Here is a little fluff for you guys. I really hope you enjoy!
Alex's P.O.V.
"Yeah, he isn't coming in again," I say over the phone. "He isn't doing too good."
"Okay, thank you."
"Thanks." I hang up the phone, then look towards the bedroom. John hasn't left that room in six days. He drunk only two glasses of water, and eaten two sandwiches.
I grab my phone and throw it across the room. I watch it hit the step, then slide against the floor.
I sigh, then stand up. I walk across the room, going past my phone. I knock on the bedroom door three times, then open the door.
John has his back turned to the door and the covers over him. The lights are off and the window has the blackout curtains blocking the sun from coming in.
"Hey, John," I whisper, closing the door behind me. I sit on the side of the bed and rub his back. "I have to go out and get some food. I will be, like, ten minutes," I kiss the top of his head. "Love you."
I stand up and leave the room.
I open the door, and set the plastic bags on the kitchen table with my keys. I go to take my coat off when I look over towards the living room. John sits on the couch, looking at me.
I finish taking my coat off, and set it on the chair. I go sit on the steps.
"How are you feeling?" I ask.
"A bit better." John says. You wouldn't be able to hear him if you weren't trying to listen.
"Do you want to talk?" I ask.
John nods, and pats the couch. I slowly stand up, then sit next to John. He moves a little bit closer to me.
"M-my sister," John begins. "My sister committed suicide two years ago. The night before she did it we were yelling at each other. She found me cutting myself. Those were our last moments together. I-It was my fault she died and I know it. I-I talk to her a lot. I try to tell her that is was my fault. S-she will always leave when I say that. I just want her back. She was –and still is– my best friend."
I wrap John is a tight hug. He curls up to me and soaks my shirt with tears. I don't care. I am with my boyfriend and I love him. I will do anything for him.
"It isn't your fault, John," I say. "People chose what their actions are. You don't choose them. She did it herself: it was her choice. As bad as that sounds, it is true, and I am truly sorry."
John wipes his face. "I-I got your shirt all wet."
"That's fine," I say kissing the top of his head. "I am glad you told me. I am glad you are being open with me."
John grips onto my shirt, and keeps me in a hug.
"What do you say that I make up a fruit tray for you?" I ask, tickling John's sides. "I bet you are hungry."
John giggles, then looks over at the grocery bags. "You aren't making a fruit tray," John looks back at me. "You bought one."
"You caught me," I say. "I will go get you it."
John bites his bottom lip and nods.
John's P.O.V.
I never thought that telling Alex what happened with Martha would help, but it did. I went back into the room before Herc and Laf came back.
Alex was nice enough to lie with me for a couple hours. We didn't really do anything, or say anything. We just laid there, everything quiet, with my boyfriend. This is something that I have wanted to do since I can remember.
"Alex?"
"Umhum?"
"Thanks for doing this," I say. I turn around to look at Alex. I rub my hands up and down his chest. "You are the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. I am glad that you are mine."
"I'm glad that you are mine too." Alex kisses the end of my nose. I giggle, and Alex tickles my sides.
"Can you do something?" I ask.
"Y-yeah, anything" Alex says.
"C-can you kiss me?"
"I can always kiss you." Alex leans in and kisses me softly. I wrap my leg around his and get as close as I can to him.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too." Alex whispers kissing me again.
Please R&R and have a good day/night! I love you guys!
