This Guy {Lams}

Chap. 18

Alex's POV

I get to the surface. I grab his waist and lift him above my head. I try to find the edge, but he suddenly gets lighter, his warmth leaving me hands.

I look up and see Lafayette passing John to someone. He holds his hand out and I quickly grab it. He hauls me out, helping me onto the edge.

I gasp for air, savoring every cold breathe I take.

I turn and look for John.

"Where is he?"

"Herc is giving him chest compressions." Laf replies, pointing to Hercules kneeling next to a limp body.

I run up to him, just as fast as I ran down to him.

I see his eyes flutter open after Herc performs many cycles of CPR.

I rush to his side and envelope him in a soft, long hug. I brush my hands through his hair as he hugs me back. He puts his head in my shoulder and cries. The second time I ever saw him crying.

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John's POV

After a few days, I get back from the hospital. They are making me see a therapist, and are supposed prescribe meds soon.

Alex and I will be home alone for another two weeks.

I lay on my bed, my eyes closing. I feel a sink in my mattress. "Alex. I want to sleep." I say through a yawn. I feel warmth overcome my back, arms wrapping around my waist.

"I'm not tired- can you change that?" He whispers into my ear. He nuzzles his head into my neck, leaving hickeys and love bites. He sits up, grabbing my hips and making me straddle him. I nod quickly, pulling him into a deep kiss. He grinds against my clothed body, so I follow his lead.

"Platonic." He says, before giving off soft snores.

I soon join him.

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I wake up with someone beside me. It's a school day. I pick up my phone- 6:32.

I sit up and hear Alex groan. "5 more minutessss." He whines.

"Alex, its past 6:30. I'm making food. What do you want?"

"Your diiiii-" I put my hand over his mouth.

"No problem..." I reply quickly.

"If you finish that sentence, I will fucking slap you."

I let go reluctantly- "ick."

I sigh, "You made me..." I slap him pretty hard across his face. His cheek is red.

"Damn." He says, laughing.

"Seriously, what do you want?" I say, sternly.

"Whatever is fine."

"Well, dog shit it i-"

"Pancakes."

"That's what I thought, Alex."

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I make him breakfast and we sit comfortable silence until we had to go to school.

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We get to school, parting ways as the bell rings.

Bio/chem. With T.Jeff.

"Hey, John. How's your boyfriend?" Jefferson asks.

"He's good. How's yours?" I reply sweetly.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Jefferson yells.