John's P.O.V.
(Trigger warning)

  I look at Alex, who's cuddling up against me. I smile. How did I get out with someone so perfect? I hear a knock at the door. Alex whines as I get up to answer it. Once I open the door, I'm greeted with a slam on the face. I fall from the impact.

"You faggot! Look at you! Cuddling and kissing another man! You've bedded another man! I can't bear to call you my son!"

He kicks me, knocking the wind out of me, and stomps over to Alex. He lifts him up by his throat, choking him. I scream at him to stop, but a force holds me back for some reason. I watch Alex's face go pale, and him go limp in the hands of my father...

No...
Not my father...
A monster...

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  I wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. I sit straight up in my bed, and put a hand over my chest, I turn next to me. I see Alex laying beside me, sleeping peacefully. I let out a breath of relief and try to control my breathing and shaking.

"Just... a dream..." I say to myself, while balling myself up in the corner of the bed.

  It felt so.. real though... there's a heaviness in my chest and a lump in my throat. I feel warm tears spill down my cheeks. I try to take deep breaths, but it turns into a sob, I quickly clamp my hand over my mouth.

"J-John? What's going on...?" Lex asks me, rubbing his eyes before looking at me. His eyes go wide and I look down, my hand still over my mouth. I shut my eyes right, causing more tears to run down my face. I feel the weight on the bed shift from under me.

"Shh... Jacky.. it's okay.. it was just a dream.." Alex hushes me, calming me a little bit. I feel him tug on my legs, so I wasn't balled up in the corner. He sits on my lap, and hugs me tightly. I stay still... his face goes pale and he goes limp...

I hold onto Alex as tight as I can, terrified to let go of him. I sob into his shoulder.

"Shhh.. I'm here.. I'll protect you... I'm here.." he whispers in my ear, soothing me. I finally take in a deep breath.

"Good job Jacky.." he praises, now rubbing my back. I take another deep breath and rest my chin on his shoulder. My shaking had stopped and only a few tears slip down my cheeks. Alex releases me and looks up at me, wiping the remainder of tears away. I smile slightly at him, and lean into his touch.

"What happened?" He asks me softly.

"J-just a bad dr-dream..." I tell him, looking away for a split second.

A comfortable silence fills the air. Us just enjoying the warmth of each other and each other's presence. I notice him still looking at me, and turn towards him. He smiles, and his face darkens.

"I love your freckles." He states with a giggle. I feel my cheeks heat up and roll my eyes.

"They're stupid." I reply plainly back. He gasps dramatically.

"You take that back! They're beautiful and adorable!" He exclaims, pretending to be offended. I laugh at his behavior. He laughs to.
Both of us laugh for awhile, until we both lock eyes. We stare into each other's eyes for awhile.

"Your smile is way better than your frown.. but you still look beautiful with both." He whispers to me, making my face turn more red. I place my hands on his waist and smile slightly, still looking into his deep brown eyes.

"I could stare into your eyes all day." I tell him.

"I could kiss you all day." He replies, his face a bright pink.

"Why wait?" I say, before leaning forward, closing the gap between us. He kisses back almost immediately, wrapping his arms around my neck tightly. I grip his waist tighter, and continue to kiss him. I pull him close so there's almost no space between us, and swipe my tongue across his bottom lip. He flinches at the touch, and pulls away.

"What Time is it?" He asks.

"Show time..." I mumble under my breath.

"5:46 am.." I say after that. He nods and climbs off of me, making me frown.

Alexander's P.O.V.

"I'm going to take a shower." John tells me getting up. I just nod, halfway frozen. He gets up and grabs a towel and clothes and head to the bathroom. I sit for awhile, before getting up and grabbing a chair from the kitchen and setting in next to a dresser. I stand on it and reach my hand up and grab my laptop. I need to write at least a little bit. It won't hurt, will it? I open up my laptop and the document where I had left off opens. 49 pages.. couple more won't hurt. It's due in a couple days anyway, I think to myself. I start writing where I left off in a rapid speed. I fill another page, but I get distracted, I hear the shower turn off and John singing. He never sings. Unless it's rap or something. He has quite a nice voice actually. I close my laptop and set it on my desk and turn towards the door, listening to his singing.

"Say something I'm giving up on you." I hear him sing. I smile. He was really good..

"I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you." He sings again. I sigh contently. I suddenly hear the bathroom door open, making me flinch out of my trance. He walks out with blue leggings on, and a blue t shirt to match. He looks at me, while drying his hair and blushes.

"Did... did you hear me singing?" He asks me quietly, I smile and nod in response. He sighs and looks away with a red face.

"Sorry, I know my singing voice is annoying.." he apologizes, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Seriously?? Your singing voice is beyond amazing! Can.. can you sing for me?" I ash shyly. He sighs, looking away and biting his lip.

Silence hangs in the air, I wait patiently. He takes a deep breath and takes a seat next to me on the bed.

"Made a wrong turn.. once or twice.
Duh my way out.. blood and fire." He starts, still looking away from me. I smile brightly.

"Bad decisions.. that's alright.
Welcome to my, silly life...
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Miss no way it's all good, it didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated.
Look I'm still around..." he finishes with a sigh, still looking away. My eyes are wide. He's such a great singer.

"W-wow.. I-.." he cuts me off.

"I know. I'm terrible at singing." He says, face flushed from embarrassment.

"Whoever told you that is a big ass liar." I snap back. He looks at me in shock.

"Your voice is beautiful and you're amazing at singing. Nobody can tell you otherwise, and if they do? It's not true..." I tell him, being 100 percent honest. He smiles at me and opens his mouth to say something, but both of our phones buzz.

The Revolutionaries.

TAILORSPYIN- Is Lafayette with anyone??

ShowtimeTurtle- no? Wtf?

-* 'America'sfavoriteFrenchMan' has left the chat*-

TAILORSPYIN- Sh**

"What was that about?" I ask John, looking at my phone. John shrugs. Both of us look at each other with a worried face.

ShowtimeTurtle- What happened?

TAILORSPYIN- ...

Typing...- What did you do?

TAILORSPYIN- we got into a fight and I said stupid things and he ran away an hour ago. I'm worried.

Typing...- We're coming over.

Just like that, John and I jump up and grab a few things and run out the door. We slam Herc's door open, and find them on the couch, curled up in a ball. I look to John and both of our faces soften. We walk over to them and sit down next to them.

"I-I didn't m-mean to chase them off..." they tell us.

"It's okay Herc. What happened?" John asks soothingly. They try to take deep breaths.

"Th-They got a package and I wanted to know what it was. I-I asked and they kept hiding it. I would constantly bring it up but they s-said no. I-I finally snapped and asked what else are you keeping from me... they told me they were confused on their gender and the box is private. I asked them why didn't they tell me and they got upset... they ran out with the box..." they explain to us, now breaking down. We comfort them for awhile until they compose them self.

"G-guys..." he starts, seemingly terrified. John and I him in response.

"I... I-I think Lafayette is moving back to France..."