I got along with my dormmates perfectly throughout the next few weeks. Me and John both agreed that Herc and Laf should be a couple. They always seemed to try and have me and John spend time together for some reason. It was fine though, I really liked John. Not like I'm a weird way or anything, just like friends. Yes, totally like friends. 100% friends only.

Anyways, school had started and I was doing great in my classes. Writing was my favorite, since I always aced all of the assignments.

Now it is currently one in the morning, and I'm sitting at my laptop working on a future assignments. I knew it wasn't a mistake asking for them early. I thought with a smile as I sipped my coffee and continued typing. I knew I drank too much coffee, but I needed to stay up somehow.

I heard a knock at my door, and I nearly fell off of my chair. Everyone should be asleep by now. I sigh and check the time before I walk to the door. It was almost two now.

"Um, yes?" I say when I open the door. It was John.

"Hi. I keep hearing tapping, or clicking coming from your room and I-" He looked past my shoulder. "Are you doing work?" He asked, pushing past me and walking over to my laptop.

"Yeah." I say, following him.

"Alexander. It is almost two in the morning. I know for a fact you are ahead in all of your classes, and you're doing work?" He says in disbelief.

"It helps me." I say, rubbing my eyes and finishing the cup of coffee I had made. "I can't sleep, so I write."

"Alright, first of all, absolutely not." John says as he grabs the cup before I can finish it. "Second of all, you should be sleeping. Or at least trying to sleep. If you stay up writing you'll just keep yourself awake. That's not healthy. Drinking a bunch of coffee isn't either."

"I know, but I can't fall asleep no matter what." I say. "And when I do fall asleep, which is rare, I have nightmares that I...I don't want to have. So I write to distract myself." Nope, you said too much. Too much. Damn it Alex.

John sighs and sits down on my bed, and I sit down next to him. "Would you like to talk about these nightmares?" He asks.

I shrug. "I mean, they're more like memories than nightmares. But...well I guess that whole period of my life was a nightmare." Stop talking.

"What happened?" John asks.

"Well, when I was 17, a couple years ago, my town in the Caribbean was destroyed by a hurricane." I paused. "I was the only one who made it out alive." I said stop talking.

"Oh..." John put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. I took that as an invitation, and settled my head on his shoulder.

"I wrote my way out." I continued. "I wrote stories about what I saw, about what was left of my home. That's how I got into this college. They would never have let me in if it weren't for that." Shutting up isn't something I can do. Obviously.

"So...That's why I write. To distract myself, and to avoid nightmares." I finish. John sits there in silence for a few moments.

"You still need to sleep, Alex." He says. "You can even sleep in my room if it helps being with someone. I don't want you to work yourself to death. That would not be fun. At all."

I smile a tiny bit and hug him. "Okay. And yes, being with someone helps more than being alone. I just...Never have someone to be with."

"You'll never be alone here." John says, returning a smile. "Now come on. I'm tired, and we have classes tomorrow."

"Alright." I say as I grab a blanket, then follow John to his room. I laid down on the beanbag chair, which was right next to John's bed, and fell asleep.

I didn't have any nightmares either. It's been a while since that's happened.

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I woke up to the sound of people giggling. Weird. I opened my eyes, and saw Laf and Herc in the doorway.

"So you and John have gotten closer than I thought." Herc says. Laf broke down into giggles.

It turns out John rolled off the bed and was laying next to me on the beanbag somehow. Or maybe he got up in the middle of the night and just got lazy? Well whatever the case was, I turned red and shook John's shoulder. He opened his eyes and yawned, then sat up when he heard giggling.

"Where am...Oh. OH! STOP LAUGHING YOU TWO!" He says, getting up and throwing a pillow at them. I look at him, and his cheeks are bright red. I felt myself blushing as he looked at me and smiled.

"Heh...Sorry. I guess I rolled off of the bed..." John looked around and cleared his throat. I stood up and walked out of his room, but stopped at the doorway.

"It's okay. I understand. And um, I didn't have any nightmares by the way." I saw him smile, and I walk to my room.

His smile was the cutest thing ever.