Alex Pov
Well, I held his fucking hand. Yup. I'll repeat it, I held John Laurens' hand.

YES!

Okay, that was a bit much.
No it wasn't.

Thank god sodomy isn't around anymore because I'd be fuckin dead. Maybe not.

But considering the circumstances of having a few past boyfriends and the shit I pulled with John..
yeah I'd be dead.

But sodomy isn't a 'thing' anymore.

...Now it's just more just plain hate.

People can pretend that the hate doesn't get to them but let's be fucking honest.

People in the LGBTQ+ community are getting
killed, and
hurt for no fucking reason other then 'homophobia.'

Why is it a phobia?
Like, bitch?!
It's not a phobia, it's just people being assholes.

"You's aight?" John asked, sitting down at the cafeteria bench.

"Good. You?" I replied.
"I'm good." He said, taking a drink of his orange juice.

There was a few moments of silence. "So are just not going to talk about it?" I asked, scanning the building.

I saw Thomas Jefferson and Madison.
Ew.

I'd bet ten dollars that Jefferson and Madison are fucking.

Maybe not though.
Madison is sick all the time.

"...bout what?" He asked.
I scoffed.

"So the answer is no." I muttered.

"Look, we sure as hell cant discuss it here," He said, gesturing to the prisoners in the building with us.

"It doesn't matter where we talk abou-"
"Oh, yes it fuckin does." He said.

I noted caution in his voice.

"How would you know?!" I hissed. "Because I would know!" He exclaimed, standing up.

He caught the eye of a few other prisoners. He looked around and huffed, angrily leaving the building.

I jumped off the bench, quickly trailing behind John.

He went into our cell.
If he could've slammed the door, I know he would've.

"What do you want?" He hissed, sitting on his bed.

"Well for starters, I'm your fucking cell mate, and number two, you made a fucking scene." I informed him.

I could practically see the steam coming from his ears.

"Kid,"
He growled, standing up.

Well.
Fuck.
Don't know how, but he's hella intimidating.

He calmly walked to the cell door, and closed it.

Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

He turned around and smiled at me. Okay.
Maybe he's not mad.

He swiftly pushed me up against the wall and kneed me in the stomach.

Okay he's mad.

I groaned and started to fall when he pulled me up by my collar and held his fist pulled back behind his head.

"C-come on bitch. Do it. I fucking dare you." I muttered.

You see...I'm not very smart.
I mean, I can be at times.
But now isn't one of those times.

He let go of my collar and paced the cell.

I fell to the floor coughing.
I don't think my body likes it when I get kicked in the stomach.

I watched him pace for around five minutes.

He stopped and turned to me.
"You understand why I did that right?" He asked.

"Well...sort of." I muttered.
"Yeah sorry that was a real asshole move but..you started it." He said.

I fake gasped.
"Did not!"

He chuckled.
"Did too!"

"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"You're an idiot."
"So are you."

I slowly got up and smiled.
I went over to him and hugged him.

He didn't hug me back.
He just kind of..
stood there.

"You're supposed to hug me back about right now." I whispered.

"Oh! Right!" He exclaimed, immediately wrapping his arms around me.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked softly.

"A lil bit." He muttered.
"Good." I said smirking.

"You little bitch." He said, pulling away and sitting down on his bed.

"How dare you." I gasped, sitting next to him.

"You forgive me fore kneeing you in the chest?" He asked.

"You overestimate my height.
That..
was my stomach but yes, I forgive you." I said, fiddling with my hands.

He snickered.
I gave him a short glare and he immediately stopped.

"Sorry." I muttered.
Apologies are so awkward.
He just nodded.

"We could talk about it now if you wan-" He started to tease.

"You lil bitch."