It had been three days since the Jefferson incident and Alex still seemed very tense. Even though we had made up he still seemed to not trust me- which I totally understand -and he seemed to be writing even more than before.
I kept begging him to take a break, he refused to.
"The class that Thomas and I have together has an essay coming up and I have to be able to laugh in that asshole's face." He told me when I asked him why he was working so hard.
"Why do you write like you're running out of time, Alexander? You still have two weeks until that's due." I asked.
"You're right. Maybe I should take a break."
I jumped up and pulled Alexander up with me.
"Tonight we're going dancing." I told him.
He shook his head really fast and I laughed at him.
"Why not? Can you dance?" I asked him.
He looked at the ground and shook his head slowly.
"Awe, that's adorable. Well, that just means I'll have to teach you!" I told him, excitedly.
His eyes widened as if to tell me that was not happening but I was not taking no for an answer. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room.
He had a look of unsureness on his face but I just shook my head and grabbed his arms. I placed them around my waist and I placed my arms around a his neck.
"Now sway." I said.
We started moving back and forth and he looked at me questioningly.
"That's it?" He asked.
"Well, there are more advanced techniques but I'm not sure if you could handle them." I said.
"I don't think I could either." He said and I laughed.
"So, can we pleeeaassseee go out dancing tonight? I love dancing." I asked again.
"Ugh, fine." He said.
I jumped up and down excitedly.
Warning: the next chapter will most likely be very smutty
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My Dearest, Laurens
FanfictionAlexander moves to New York to start a better life at King's College. His roommate is the adorable John Laurens and he joins John and his friend to try and become the best person he can be. But how good can he be when he's constantly worried about J...
