Chapter 2

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I'm sorry about how shitty the opening was it was 12am and I was writing during a mental breakdown it gets somewhat better I promise.

TW: talk of self harm

John's POV: 

I woke up to the delightful sound of Angie and Lizzie screeching over a hair dryer. Delightful. But then I remembered we left for college today. I've been living with the sisters sine freshman year of high school. Note to self: when you run away from your abusive home make sure you have somewhere to stay. I mean they were pretty nice to let a homeless gay 15 year old with them. But it was pretty uncomfortable when everyone thought me and Peggy were dating considering we were both straight as circles. Peggy came out end of junior year and she seems less anxious now.

"Hey dumbass," Peggy said clicking her fingers, "You want some?" She hella out a bag of popcorn. "Yeah sure, thanks," we were sitting in the backseat looking at random memes on twitter while Angie and Lizzie screamed to whatever the fuck was on the radio. I had no idea what was on which is weird cause it feels like the radio plays like 10 songs. But after the 45 minute drive we were finally there. 

The building was bigger than I thought. Unfortunately for me angie doesn't pack light. She had like 3 suitcases, am I the only one who thinks that's way too much? And somehow she effortlessly picked them up and started walking towards the building. "How in the fuck-?" Lizzie walked after her lugging her suitcases. "Well of to death," Peggy laughed walking along. "Aaron?" Angie asked. He looked up from his phone, "Oh hey."                                                               "What the hell is going on?" I asked, Angie was never this quiet and neither was Burr.                         "Isn't it obvious? They've been this awkward since high school." We got an icy glare from Angie as she grabbed the piece of paper. "Bye Aaron!" She smiled and waved. Peggy and Lizzie ran after her, I'm guessing to tease her about Aaron. "Hey John here's  your schedule, and your in room 1776 with Laf and Herc." I groaned loudly. I have nothing against them but uhhhh they're not exactly quiet at night. "Ask her out dude," I walked to the elevator where Peggy was badgering Angie as Burr playfully flipped me off.

After a loud elevator ride up the girls stepped out. "We'll see you tonight John." Lizzie smiled as she returned to her screeching sisters. 

(Time skip to where John is sleeping because I'm lazy as fuck)

I'd slept for 20 minutes until I heard a loud screech from Laf and I haven't been able to sleep ever since.

Alex's POV 

We'd just finished watching mean girls and I was pretty bored and wanted a cig  so I said I need to unpack which must have seemed shady cause I had like 10 things. I assumed John would be sleeping so like any human being I knocked first(parents take notes) 

"Come in," His voice sounded groggy, probably from tiredness. I walked in and the first thing I saw was a small turtle. 

"Cute turtle" I said setting down my bag.

"Alex right?"

"Yeah. John?"

"Mhm"

I paid close attention to John he had green eyes that blended into a soft hazel, like what'd you'd expect walking through a forest at the beginning of fall. His skin was a soft brown with darker specs dotted around. He had curly or more frizzy hair thrown into a loose ponytail. I liked to look at John, it seemed calming and enjoyable to be honest.

Johns Pov

I heard someone knock on the door and I didn't recognise their voice. So I assumed it was Alex. I answered and immediately hated the way my voice sounded, like a troll with a throat infection. I took immediate notice of Alex. He had long brownish hair with icy brown eyes. They were very unusual, something I'd never really seen before. They looked as if they were frozen yet warm and welcoming. They were pretty though, they gave off a good vibe.He had a slight stubble on his chin which was quite sweet and funny to me for some reason. He seemed pretty interesting.

Alex's PoV

I had to stop staring or I'd seem weird so i picked up my bag and put it across the room.

Yet I couldn't help but stare at him, he was kinda cute to be completely honest.

Johns 


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