John knew he was screwed the minute Alexander called him. The only time his boyfriend ever called him was either whenever he was a) bored with his friends, that only happened twice or b) whenever he got lost trying to find wherever John was. He was helping one of his brothers move into his dorm at the fancy private school that he was attending whenever he got the call.
This story, however, starts many months before.
'I mean, I guess there could be worse people,' John had muttered as him and Alexander were partnered together for science labs.
Alex slinked over to his new seat next to Laurens, a smirk settled upon his face, "Hi," He said, sitting.
Ever since they had met in middle school, Alexander and John had had a rocky history. To make it short, they hated each other for most of that time.
However, John had been raised polite, and that was exactly what he intended to be, "Hi," He muttered back, refusing to let his gaze leave the paper in front of him.
They soon got used to each other, and John actually started to look forward to seeing Alexander each day. But he would never admit it.
John denied the crush he had developed on the brown haired boy until the day he got the first Snapchat.
Alexander Hamilton is typing...
Whenever those four words appeared on his screen, John almost died. Alexander had never made an effort to talk to him, especially not out of school. When he finally plucked up the courage to see what Hamilton had said, he realized how actually screwed he was.
"Hey," Was all the message said, but it was enough for John.
That's how it went for a month. John waited by his phone for Alex to message him back, and he felt nothing better than when he finally got a response. For the first time in a long time, it felt like somebody actually cared about John.
Every smile in class, every text, anything he got from Alexander made him feel important, loved almost.
And everything changed one day.
John had forced Lafayette to go to meet Alex with him whenever it all happened. Alexander was talking to one of his friends from another school while John and Laf stood awkwardly by themselves.
"Hey, John," Alexander said as he approached the boys.
"Yeah?" Lauren's answered as he turned around.
"Do you want to go out with me?"
"Of course," John answered simply, but inside he was bursting.
Alexander then left, leaving Laurens and Lafayette to celebrate alone.
Lafayette told everyone; John's mom, his mom, John's friends, John's siblings, Alexander's friends, everyone. It was clear to everyone that he was more than happy for his friend.
They started dating on a Monday, that Sunday, Lafayette convinced Laurens to ask Hamilton if he wanted to go the movies with Laurens, Laf, and some girl that Lafayette had met a couple of days before.
So, they went. That was the first time Alexander held Laurens' hand, after much hinting from Lafayette, if I might add.
Alexander lost a bet, and dyed his hair what he called 'blonde', it was what John called yellow.
He was at a loss for words whenever he saw it for the first time.
"You like it?" Alexander asked with a smile.
John tried to return the smile as convincingly as he could, "It's... not what I was expecting," He admitted.
Alexander didn't seem to realize how much John hated it.
"You're still cute," John assured him multiple times whenever he finally admitted how much he wanted Alexander's hair to go back to it's natural color.
It was summer now, meaning the boys didn't see each other nearly as much as they had during school. However, every free second either of them had went to talking to the other.
The first week of freedom from school, they hung out with Lafayette at his house. Everything was going as perfectly as John could have imagined.
They didn't see each other again for about two weeks. John was in St. Louis with his family whenever he got the first text.
Alexander is typing...
'I miss you', John practically dropped his phone reading that.
Of course he replied with the only thing he could think to respond with:
'I miss you too..'
The next came whenever he was asleep.
'I love you'
They hung out the following day whenever John got back.
It was the first time Alexander had been to the Laurens' house, and John had decided he would show him around the property.
"I'll take you up the hill," John assured, making it sound like 'the hill' was a much bigger deal than what it was. 'The hill' was nothing more than a hill you could walk on in the woods of the property, but all of John's friends loved it. As it was in the woods, it was filled with thorns and spiderwebs, everything you would expect.
"Why don't you let me go first?" Hamilton suggested, going to step in front of John, but the other refused.
He stepped in front of Alexander, starting to climb before his boyfriend could, "It's my house, I can lead," He assured, and he did so.
They got to the peak of the hill whenever it all went downhill, quite literally. John was on the top, waiting for Alexander to catch up whenever Alex lost his footing.
He slid down the hill, on his stomach, grabbing at everything until he finally found a branch that was stable enough to hold him.
John watched, his eyes wide and mouth gaping, until him and Alex locked eyes. They stared into each other's eyes for several seconds before John lost it.
"It's not funny," Alex argued, still laying in the dirt.
John couldn't form a sentence, but instead just kept laughing.
Hamilton huffed, rolling his eyes at the boy above him.
"Hang on," John finally managed, "I'll come rescue you." And he did. They continued upon the trail, laughing and talking until they finally had to track back up the mound. By the time they reached the top, they were both a mess.
Alexander falling down that hill was one of John's favorite memories of the two of them.
It was another two weeks or so before they saw each other again, once again with Lafayette. They went bowling this time, and to say the least, they all sucked.
John finally found something he could beat Alex at whenever him and Laf tied for first place with a very high score of 87.
Alex's parents had told him to be home at 11, and he didn't intend to be any sooner. They drove around for at least an hour, and John for the first time saw Alexander let loose. He sang every song, dancing along with it, probably making the entire neighborhood hate them.
That was John's favorite memory of Alexander.
Once again, about two weeks later they saw each other at the local fair. They lived in a fairly small community, so the fair was nothing more than funnel cakes and livestock. However, Alex was staying with some friends who had to stay with their animals, and Laurens was there for the auctioning off of the animals. The Laurens family was a top contributor to the auction, and John went with his father every year.
They sat and talked for hours. Little did John know, that was the last time he would hang out with his boyfriend.
They saw each other for short amounts of time between practices, and they decided it would get better whenever school started. That was the exact opposite of what happened.
School for them started on a Wednesday, for whatever reason. Alexander didn't really talk to Laurens the first day, but John just shook it off. That was until Alexander wouldn't respond to his messages anymore. They still went through their routine everyday, good morning texts, some more during the day, and I love you texts at night.
The most John could get out of Alexander was six Snapchats each day.
By Friday, John was starting to worry.
'Remember whenever you used to like me, yeah that was fun.' John texted Alexander that Friday before school.
Alexander, of course, found this ridiculous, and assured John that he still wanted to be in their relationship, 'if you ever feel like that, just tell me and we can talk it out,'
Those were basically the only messages John got from Alexander that day.
At about eleven on Friday, John had had enough..
'Tell me if I need to give up. Tell me if you rather be with somebody else. Tell me if you're tired of me. I feel like you're not trying. I want you to tell me what I'm doing wrong; I want you to tell me what I need to fix. I want you to talk to me even if it isn't what I want to hear. All I've gotten so far is that you don't care anymore. Please actually try to make this work, because this is just making me upset and paranoid.'
Alexander's only response was that they needed to communicate more, but he assured John he still loved him more than anything.
The next day, John stayed locked in his room for a majority of the day. He tried again with Alexander, telling him that all the not talking was just making him feel like he wasn't good enough anymore. Alex, once again, assured him that he still wanted to be with him.
John went to Lafayette's that night, and they stayed up late trying to figure out what was up with Alex.
They concluded that he was just stressed out, and that they'd be okay.
'Goodnight, I love you'
'I love you too'
Sunday is the day where our story began.
Alexander had said one thing to him all day, 'Morning'.
'I love you?' John had tried 'I'm sorry' He tried next. Nothing worked until about five whenever he was helping his father assemble some shelf or something, that is when he got the call. His heart dropped immediately seeing the name on the screen. He left the dorm, standing in the hallway, looking out a window, "Hello?" He said, his voice small.
The other line was silent for several seconds, so John just hung up. Several seconds later, Alex called him again. John answered with a hello once again.
"John?" Alexander's voice said from the other end.
"Yeah?" John responded, his heart beating faster than ever before.
Alexander voice was unsure as he talked, "Look, I don't think we're a good fit," And he went on with shit for about two more seconds before John hung up, not wanting to let Alex hear him cry, and not wanting to hear Alex's voice anymore.
He stared out of the window, tears silently dripping down his face for several seconds before full on sobs endorsed his features. He slid down a wall, trying to figure out what he had done so wrong.
It didn't get any better for him.
He felt terrible, like he wasn't worth anything.
'Are you okay?' Laf had asked him.
'I guess I have to be, it's not like I can change his mind,' He had replied, tears covering his phone screen, 'Y'know what hurts the most? He told me he loved me less than twelve hours ago.'
That night, Alexander posted on his snapchat story, '11:11 ES' with a heart.
It didn't hit John for several more days that Alex was posting about another person on his story the same day he broke up with him, from that moment on, he no longer loved Alex and wanted him back, he hated him more than he had before.
John cried every day that week, trying to figure out what he could do to win him back, what he could have done differently.
The next Sunday, John decided he was done being sad over Alex (At least in public), and that he wasn't worth it. But every time he posted something about this new person, John's heart broke a little more, trying to figure out why that wasn't still him.
I know this is a lot different than my normal happy and upbeat one shots, but I was recently broken up with by a boy and this is kind of the story of how that happened. This doesn't go into a lot of the detail that I could have, I've just been really sad about it, and I don't know why I decided to write this...yeah, I'll try to go back to happier stuff soon.