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john pov:

as i wait by the giant jennifer anniston poster in the parking lot, i hear a car pull up. i look up from my phone screen and see alexander in his corvette.

"get in loser, we're going to therapy." he says, pulling his sunglasses off his face. i get into the passenger seat and hear the faint tune of 'fancy' by twice on the radio.

"let's get fat, bitch!" i yell to alexander.

"say less." alex smirks. i feel my heart do a somersault. before i could reply, alex drove onto the street with a fast jerk of the wheel.

"so, did you have fun today?" alex asks me.

"yeah! it was very nice meeting the fans and the rest of your friends! i wish we could've stayed longer." i say loudly. the rolled down windows with wind rushing in made it difficult to hear.

"yes, me too. i'm not sure why we didn't we stay longer. wait, now that i think about it, why were we there for only three hours? what the fuck?" he questioned. i laughed at bit at his cute confusion.

"lafayette was worried about his dark circles and peggy said that if we stayed longer, she was gonna shit her fucking pants." i explain. alex smiles, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. and yet again, i feel my heart do funny things. it was something about him that made me want to embrace him tightly whenever i saw him. he seems so special to me, and i can't shake that feeling off.

"whoop whoop, we're here at burger king bitch, get out my car." alex interrupts my inner gay monologue.

"okay, period. let's go consume some calories like the baddies we are."

we get out the car and head towards the entrance. as we both reach towards the door handle, our hands touch briefly.

"ah.. sorry." alex says, softly. i look at his face and see him in a flustered state, something that was just so cute to me.

"don't worry about it, let's just head inside."

the cold a.c of the restaurant hit me like bricks, i feel goosebumps decorating my arms. i was not the only one that felt chilly though. i felt  alex shudder a bit beside me.

"it's a bit cold in here, don't you think?" i look over at him, he's wearing a pair of nike shorts and a tee shirt that was also nike. what's up with his weird ass nike obsession? i snap out of my thoughts and gained conscious of the black hoodie tied around my waist.

"here, you can wear my hoodie. you'll feel warmer." i untie it and hand it to alex. he looks at it for a moment, then looks back up at me with a teasing look on his face.

"are we about to kiss right now?" he laughs. i chuckle and give him a little shove.

"shut up gremlin, are you gonna take my hoodie or freeze your ass off?" i scold. alex puts his hands out defensively and giggles.

"sorry about that, dad." he says in a playful tone. alex takes the hoodie from my hands and slips it on. the material engulfed him completely, the baggy hoodie made him appear smaller than usual. i tried my hardest to not coo at him.

"HEY BITCHES, OVER HERE!" we here a french accent yell. alex and i look at each other and break into a fit of giggles.

"and there's lafayette."