Alec Pov
I sat in Johns room, leaning on him as he watched football.

I spaced out and John touched my shoulder.

"Alec? You good?" He asked.
I nodded.

"I don't understand football. It's just massive brain injuries and in the Caribbean this nonsense wasn't a thing. I mean, our football is your soccer.
And what's with America not using the metric system?
Fahrenheit makes zero sense.
But America just had to be so special and make math unreasonably difficult. Oh, and back on topic of the sports. I have one question,
what
the
fuck?"
I ranted.

John laughed at me and said, "I don't know man. The metric system seems a little wack to me." I stared at him.

"How?" I asked.
He snickered and shrugged.

"That's Tom Brady." John told me, pointing at the TV.

"He's hot." I muttered.
"Alec!" John exclaimed nudging me. "What? Look at him!" I exclaimed.

John looked at the screen for a moment before saying,
"Yeah..he's pretty hot."

"You know who else is hot?" I asked. Here goes fucking nothing.

"Aaron Rogers?" He asked.

"Wait who?" I said, somewhat dumbfounded.

He pointed at the Tv.

"No I was going to say- holy shit he's hot." I said cutting myself off.

"You think he's gay?" John asked.

"I dunno. Doesn't really matter anyway. It's not like we could be with him. He's like, thirty." I said.

"Yeah you're right. Wanna play football?" He asked.

"...American football? With the head smashing and idiocy?" I asked.

"...Or we could play soccer." He suggested.

"Or we could do flips." I said.
"What? You can do a flip?" He asked me.
I nodded.

"Where'd you learn how to do that?" He asked.

It's not that difficult I mean, just go, 'Imma do a backflip' then you just do a backflip." I said.

"...Yeah no. That's not gonna happen."

There was an comfortable silence.

And I'm going to say some messed up shit,
in five,
four,
three,
two,
fuck this no way.

Damn.
Out of eight planets,
one universe,
1.735 billion people I somehow ended up with John.

"Are you a bank loan, because you've got my interest." I said randomly.
"What?" John asked.

SHIT.
ABORT.

"Yeah, let's go outside." I said quickly practically sprinting down his loft bed and outside.

I sat down on his porch and he came outside behind me.

"You good? I mean like you ran out of my house." He said laughing a little bit.

"Yeah I'm okay." I told him.

He sat down next to me.
His hand drifted towards mine and we weren't really holding hands but it was more his hand was just on mine and it was enough to make my mind go insane.

Dont be weird.
Don't say anything weird.
Dont look at him weird.
Don't breath weird.

He's just touching my hand.
I need to calm the fuck down.

I slowly flipped my hand around and intertwined our fingers.

Holy shit.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
What.

His thumb rubbed my knuckles and I screamed internally. Is this just and American bro thing?
Nah.

This is super gay.

"So," He muttered.

"I...I like this." I said softly.
"Yeah..me too." He whispered.

"D-do you want to go on a date sometime?" I asked.
"Sure." He replied.

"Alright."
"Alright."