FINALLY MY LAZY SELF UPDATED!
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Alex's POV-

"Jooohhnnnnnnn," I whined. "Where are we going?"

It had been about a month since we came back to New York.

I did miss South Carolina, since I wanted a much warmer place, but I love New York.

Except the fact that it snows.

John and I were going up the stairs, me being blindfolded, like we did about 3 and a half years ago.

"Nearly there," He said, leading the way. "Just follow me."

"What's this? A reenactment?" I snorted.

"Maybe..."

"Hold up — what?"

"You'll see."

"But I'm tired already!"

"Lex, we just started. I could still see the first floor."

"Oh." I frowned. "Where even are we?"

"Somewhere."

"Somewhere up there. It's so tall!" I groaned. "Whatever this place is, I'm not made for it. Blame my shortness."

"The elevators are broken. Blame it."

I laughed, but then stopped. Being serious, I said, "But, I can't walk, climb, whatever, anymore further."

"Well then," John started. "I'll have to carry you, my prince."

I blushed, "Seriously, John, I — JOHN, PUT ME DOWN!"

John pulled me up, and started carrying me, bridal-styled. I held on tight to his shoulder, as he ran up a few more steps. I closed my eyes tight, which made no difference, as I was blindfolded of course.

"What floor are we in?" I asked, as John pulled me along what seemed like a hallway.

"Fourth. I just hope it doesn't break like the wall." He lightly chuckled.

"Yeah — oh, are we here?" I asked, as John stopped.

"Yep!" He chirped. "Now, when I say the signal, remove your blindfold."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, but John couldn't see it because, well, you know why.

And I could hear the distant popping of disappearance of the fourth wall, yet again and the fumbling of keys.

I assumed John was opening the door, or at least, trying to open it. It took about a minute until I heard the soft clicking of the door opening.

"Now!"

I pulled off the blindfold, thankful to see again. But, I still winced at the sudden exposure of light to my eyes.

Where was the light coming from?

We were standing by the door of what seemed like an apartment.

"John..what is this?" I whispered, taking in the what I thought was the living room.

The light that nearly blinded my eyes came from a wide window, opposite to the door. It was draped with yellow curtains.

The ivy-colored walls gave a sense of home. It matched the empty white bookshelf on my left. Just in front of it stood a beige couch. Both stood opposite from the flat screen TV. Between the couch and the TV was a rectangular glass table.

The room seemed empty as it was only the furnitures I had just seen that were brought out.

At a corner by a window, that had a door beside it, presumably going to a fire escape, were stacks of boxes.

"W-What is this?"

"This is where we'll live, of course!" John chided, turning around in circles with his arms raised.

"What? Really?" I smiled, kicking off my shoes then jumping on the couch.

"Yes, really." John chuckled.

"When were you able to — I mean, surely we'll both pay the rent," I stammered.

"I already paid this month's rent. There's no need to worry, Alex." John said, sitting beside me.

"It's amazing.." I whispered. "I love it!"

"Glad you loved it," John chuckled. "I had some help with Francis."

"So, that's why you're meeting up with him?" I asked looking down, not even bothering to keep the tone of hatred hidden.

He frowned, "It's not like that..Alex, you know, I love you."

I felt my lips curl slightly.

"Yeah! Ooh, I do, I do, I do~" I sang.

"Better not tell Eliza you stole her line." He chuckled softly, tapping my nose.

"But, yes," He said. "I met up with him for that. Well, sorta—"

"Sorta?" I asked, narrowing my eyes, but John ignored my comment.

"Anyway, let's go through the apartment. I'll give you a tour, then we could unpack a few things.."

I nodded, letting John lead the way once more.

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"What's the extra room for?" I asked John, once we started unpacking at the living room.

His face turned to a deep scarlet. He muttered something under his breath, unfolding the lid of a box.

"Well, we can't possibly let our friends stay here." I softly chuckled.

I would let my friends stay here. They just have to sleep at the living room.

I was mainly talking about Francis.

"Y-Yeah, I guess," He mumbled, bringing out my books—

My books?

"HoLd uP, are those my books?" I smile, hugging my books.

"I haven't seen them in months." I said, kissing one of them.

John pouted, leaning his head against mine, "I thought you loved me!"

"I do," I smirked. "Jealous?"

John scoffed, "Me? Jealous? Of a book? Never!"

I laughed, dropping my books and hugging him instead.

"Well, I'm yours. And you're mine." I smiled, looking up at him dreamily.

"Awh," He grinned looking down at me.

RinggggGgGGgGGGGgg

John sighed, letting go of me and getting his phone.

I pouted at the lack of contact, and continued with unpacking.

It was hard trying not to eavesdrop at the conversation John was having at the phone.

As I was assembling the books, mostly mine, I leaned my head slightly towards John, attempting to hear.

And I heard Peggy's usual excited voice.

"Oh my gosh, really? Can I come with you?! I wanna see Francis again!"

I frowned as she mentioned Francis. I pushed my History book on the shelf with such unwanted force, since I was angry.

Why him again?

"Yeah, sure." John said. "I'll meet you at Baskins and Robbins."

But that was our thing..

"Okay! I'll help you choose!"

Choose me.

I sighed, getting the second box of books and opening it.

"Alright, see you later. Bye!"

John ended the call, grinning like an idiot, and walked towards me.

My beautiful lovely idiot.

No, he's not actually an idiot, but he's definitely mine.

"Hey, Alex," John said, appearing beside me. "I'll just meet up with Pegs later, is that alright?"

"Yeah sure," I tried to smile, but it turned into more of a grimace. I quickly faced the shelf to hide it.

"Hey, wasn't the author of this Angelica's ex?"

I looked at the book I was holding, and saw it was indeed a copy of Thomas Paine's "Common Sense."

"Yeah," I said, frowning. "Well, I wish he could go die."

"I guess," John shrugged, presumably thinking of the memory. "He actually lives a couple of floors above us."

"He does?" I asked, eyeing the ceiling.

"Yeah, I saw him when I was paying the rent." He mumbled.

"He seemed sorry." He added.

"Seemed," I said, emphasizing the word. "I don't trust him."

"I don't either." John sighed. "I'm gonna go meet with Pegs now. See ya later, Alex."

He kissed my forehead, and headed towards the door.

"Farewell, my love!" I waved, laughing softly.

Before John's head disappeared behind the door, I swear, I saw his face flushing a deeper red than Maria's dress.

I sighed, missing John.
I hugged myself, just standing there.
Thinking.

Why always Francis?
Why do you always disappear?

What about me?

John's POV-

I got out of my car, spotting Francis and Peggy, talking animatedly.

I smiled, seeing them laughing like the old friends we were before.

I made my way toward them, trying to surprise Peggy. I placed my index finger in front of my lips when Francis saw me.

"HAHAHAHA I'M HERE!"

"John, you idiot, you're finally here!" Peggy smiled, after jumping to the air in surprise.

"Yeah," I chuckled, receiving an ice cream from Francis.

"So, you're actually doing it?" Peggy asked.

"Yeah, I am."

Peggy started crying, almost dropping her ice cream.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" I frowned

"Nothing.." She smiled. "I just can't believe you're actually going to do it."

"Well then," I smiled, knowing Peggy was supporting me. "are we good to go?"

"Yeah," Francis grinned, throwing his ice cream at a nearby trash can.

"Let's head over to McNamara's."