(This is where it gets interesting :DDDD)
It's been a week since the beanbag chair incident. Yes, I'm classifying it as an incident. I still sleep in John's room sometimes. Although I do pretend to sleep in my room, I'm really just writing though. I try to be quieter when I type, and I now have a reflex to stop when I hear someone move. I mean, I know I said I'd sleep more...But I can't go without writing. That's what the night is for, right? ((((As an author I 100% can't agree more, it is literally 2:50 in the morning))))
It is three in the morning now, and I'm sitting at the desk typing when my door slams open. I must have shouted a little bit, because soon Laf and Herc were standing in the doorway with John. I don't like loud noises.
"What's going on?! Is Alex in trouble?!" Laf asks, stumbling into the room. He looked half-asleep, but his hair wasn't even messy. It was still perfect. How? Interrupting my thoughts, John walks over and shuts my laptop, then grabs it.
"Hey, that's mine!" I whine, trying to grab it back. I didn't save the last paragraph, I didn't save the last paragraph! My thoughts are officially a mess. Being sleep deprived doesn't help. But there was also no way I was sleeping, when I had so many ideas!
"I know, but now I'm holding it hostage." John says, hugging the laptop close to his chest. "I told you before, I'll tell you again! Stop staying up past midnight writing!"
"I was almost done with my essay though!" I say. I look past John for a moment and see Laf leaning on Herc. Wow, they would be really cute together. I wonder if people think me and John would be cute toge-
"Alex. I'm trying to help you. Okay? You do not need to write anymore. You need to sleep." John says, interrupting my thoughts.
"I don't need sleep." I say, crossing my arms over my chest. I was acting like a toddler, but I didn't care. That much. Unless John thought it wasn't cute. Wait, wait wait. Since when do I care if John thinks I'm cute or not? Does he think I'm cute? What if he thinks I'm being annoying?
"You will literally die if you don't sleep." John says. Laf and Herc had disappeared already. To sleep. Lucky bastards. Wait, no...Not lucky. I don't want to sleep.
I sigh and try to think of another argument, but my mind is blank. That's new. "Fine." I say. "I won't stay up past midnight writing anymore."
John walked out of my room with the laptop, then came back several seconds later. Without the laptop.
"Alright. Now let's go." He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his room. I felt my cheeks heat up. No, no, no. No blushing. Stop blushing. Damn it!
"You are going to sleep in here so I can keep an eye on you." John says as he sits down on his bed. I sigh and collapse onto the beanbag chair.
"I am very mad at you Alex." John says. I didn't respond, so he threw a pillow at me.
"I know, I'm sorry." I say, throwing the pillow back at him. "I've just been getting worse nightmares than usual, because of the storms, then waking up to a panic attack. It's better to not sleep than deal with those."
"You're an idiot." John says, laying down and turning to me. "You know that right?"
"Yeah, I know." I mumble, closing my eyes. Then something crazy happened.
"Do you wanna get lunch together someday? Or dinner?" John blurts. I open my eyes and look at him.
"Are you asking me out on a date, Laurens?"
"Are you saying yes, Hamilton?"
I laugh a little and nod. "Yes, I would love to get lunch or dinner together."
—
And so we did. We went on several dates in between or after classes, but it wasn't until the fourth one when he officially stated that we were boyfriends. I was...really happy, to say the least. It was amazing. John is amazing most of all.
I kissed him when he said that. Which surprised me, and him. I'm...not really the most forward type.
We also developed a habit of writing letters to each other while we were in classes. We had different ones though, so I would slip a letter in his bag before we parted. We usually met in between classes, so it wasn't difficult. And he would do the same. John didn't want to be a couple in public, which is why we wrote letters. He still hasn't told me why though. But we could snuggle during the weekends when Herc and Laf were out. Out doing what? We don't know. But we were just caught up in our little daydream.
Well, anyway. The special thing about these letters is that they always end with 'Sincerly Me' I'm not sure why, but it's just special for us. Somehow. It's all very hard to explain.
—A Few Months Later(Almost Christmas Break)—
"Love you John. Sincerely, Me"
I finished the letter right as class ended. I packed up my things and glanced at Thomas, who was sitting nearby. Law class was next, which I took with Thomas. We would always go up against each other for debates. I almost always win. Which is why he hates me.
I hurry out of the room, and make my way to the next class. I don't see John on the way though. I'll just give him the letter later. I did grab it, right? Yeah. Definitely. I think as I walk into Professor Washington's class.
Class went by smoothly. I beat Thomas in our debate, as usual. It wasn't until the end of class when something bad happened.
"Wow. I had no idea you and Laurens were in love." Thomas says from behind me. I scooped up my books into my bag quickly. No, no, no, no. The letter. He has the letter. It's not here. FUCK. He smiled as I slowly turned around. Shit, shit, shit.
"We aren't. Why do you say that?" I ask. Deny everything.
Thomas smirks and waves the letter in front of my face. "Seems like you are in this thing. 'I love you John. Sincerely, Me' "
"Stop it." I growl, trying to snatch the letter from him. But he was taller than me, and just raised his arm.
"You want this?" Thomas asks. I wanted to smack the smirk off his face. Then punch him in the nose. Several times. He was taller than me, almost everyone was. But I bet I could still floor him.
"Yes, it's mine. Now give it back. Right now." I say. I was ready to tackle Thomas to get it back. That...probably wouldn't have worked to be honest.
"Fine. Have it." He held out the letter, but pulled it away before I could grab it. "But, we need to make a deal first."
"What kind of deal?" I ask.
"You have to do whatever I say, only then will you get the letter back. Eventually." He replies, putting the letter in his pocket. "And don't bother stealing it, I already have a picture."
"You ass." I say, narrowing my eyes. So I need to get his phone too, then delete the picture. Piece. Of. Cake.
"So are you agreeing, or would you rather me send this to John's father? I heard he is very homophobic. He probably wouldn't agree with this at all. And he is known for hating John. His obviously very gay son. I wouldn't be surprised if he abused him when he was younger."
"What?" This was news to me. I hadn't known, or even guessed that's why John wanted to keep us a secret. But I understood now. "I-I m-mean...J-Just give it!" I was at a loss for words.
I can't let his dad find out now. Not like this. I sighed and looked down at my feet. I could practically hear Jefferson's smirk. His disgusting smirk, and his ridiculously poofy hair. "Fine."
Thomas laughed and clapped his hands. "Perfect! I'll meet you at the coffee shop tomorrow at eight, don't be late." And then he was gone.
I felt like crying. But I couldn't just break down in a classroom. No. I needed to go somewhere else. I grabbed my bag and walked back to my dorm, which I then slammed the door to my room and locked it.
I was angry now. Angry at Thomas, angry at John's dad, angry at everything. But mostly Thomas. He was such an ass. Threatening me and John like that! I would kill him if I ever got the chance!
I laid down on my bed and covered my eyes with my hands. Tomorrow at eight. Don't be late. The words swarmed my head, and I felt the need to scream. I probably did, since I heard someone knocking on my door a few moments later. I don't remember what I said, but they retreated quickly.