Me: *doesn't update for a month*
Lams is back and so am I
Also I swear there are only a couple more chapters

John's Pov:

"What?"

"I'm in love with you John," she whispered.

"Ummm," I hummed almost silent, I scooted away from her picking up the laptop.

"John-"

"Martha I think you should leave, not now but tomorrow, I'll be in my room," I said in what probably looked like a haze.

"John-" she yelled after me. 

There was silence in return.

The door was in her face.

Alex's Pov:

So I'm with Frances right. And we're currently playing Horsey with the doges when all of a sudden I hear Martha scream John's name.

The door slams and then all of a sudden Frances is scared.

"Frances what happened," I asked as she gently clung to my shirt.

"Is dad coming?" She whispered.

"I don't think so," I said back.

She watched her moms door in fear.

"What's the matter?"

"Mommy's mad,"

"And?"

"I don't li-like it when she's mad," Frances started tearing up.

"Awww, come here," I cooed wrapping arms around her.

And even when she was being comforted she began to cry more. I kissed the top of her head trying to make her feel better.

But she just kept crying, she wasn't even making a sound.

"You wanna go to your dad?"

She nodded wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Come on," I said standing up and picking her up too.

She was 6 so she was a bit heavy, however, children are worth it.

I knocked on John's door and instead of his usual cheery bright self annoyance filled his face.

His eyes were dull and his lips sat in a line that said for themselves 'don't talk to me'.

It was lowkey kinda hot.

"Ummm, is this a bad time-"

Frances cut me off sobbing,"Mommy's mad,"

John's eyes softened taking Frances from my arms.

"Alex, you can go, get some sleep, you've been taking care of my child for me this whole time,"

"No problem," I said trailing off as the door closed in front of me.

I made my way back to my room, faceplanting into the bed.

Today felt off, like something would happen. It's not like I had anything to do to distract myself from that thought either seeing I had already cleaned the entire house.

I shrugged the feeling off letting myself drift off.

Third Person Pov:

"Alex," John called through the door a couple hours later. He played with his fingers, anxiously biting his lip.

"Lex?" He tried again after he got no response.

John slowly opened the door. Inside the room was dark and a small snore came from the direction of the bed.

There layed Alex, fast asleep and drooling on his pillow.

John sighed making his way into the room and sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Lex," John shook Alex's shoulder causing the smaller boy to mumble incoherently. Alex sat up rubbing his eyes before slamming his head on the pillow.

"Yeah," he mumbled at John slowly opening his eyes.

"I wanted to know what you want for dinner,"

Alex huffed sitting up before getting off of the bed.

"Where are you going?" John asked.

"To make dinner, duh," Alex said slipping on his shoes.

"No, I'm making- well, ordering dinner,"

Alex sat back down on the bed.

"I'm not hungry,"

"Come on, you have to eat something,"

"I won't eat if you don't leave me alone," Alex said rolling over to lay down on his bed.

"You have to eat,"

He didn't get a response. Instead Alex was asleep again.

"Child," John shook him again.

"What," Alex whined.

"Fine, I'll go ask Martha,"

"Okay," he replied quietly.

It was obvious the two didn't like each other in the slightest, but Martha didn't hide it, she was flat out rude.

I knocked on her door expecting the worst.

Instead the door opened to reveal a crying Martha. She wiped her eyes at the sight of me.

"What's the matter?" I asked slipping into the room.

"Nothing," she said wiping her eyes, "what do you need?"

"I just wanted to know what you wanted for dinner,"

"Could you get pizza or something," she asked.

Out of panic John wrapped his arms around Martha tightly. The girl almost fell to her knee's but John held her up.

"Martha-" John started, "I think you should lay down,"

"No, no, I'm fine, just- John, please, don't throw away your shot with Alex cause it's clear you guys like each other. I know you'll never understand how much I adore you, just, so just get with him already,"

"Are you okay?"

"I think I might pass out," Martha said standing slowly.

John guided her to the bed.

"I'll order the pizza and you sleep,"

Martha nodded laying down.

It was quiet for a bit before John spoke.

"Do you think he likes me though?"

Martha laughed, "you say that like I didn't walk in on y'all making out in the kitchen,"