John Pov
I fixed my tie and sat in the waiting room. I was supposed to go to tHrEaPy before the big memorial today because I wouldn't be able to do it after.

Alex appeared next to me.
"Hey Johnny." He said.

I looked at him then back to the door.

"Johnnnyy. Joh- Talk to- I'm bored." He said lazily.

"Leave me alone right now okay?" I whispered.

"Ugh Fine." He said.
"Thanks." I muttered.

He still stayed next to me though.
"I'm horny." He said.

"You're a ghost! You can't get horny!" I whisper shouted.

"...that's what- think." He said.
I groaned and muttered, "Go away."
He sighed and left.

Mr. Washington came out of his office and gestured for me to come in. I sat down.

"Nice tie." Mr.W noted.
"Thanks. It took me forever to figure out how to do it right though." I muttered.

He chuckled.

"Tell me any story you have about Alex. Any thing at all. You get to choose." He said.

"Really? Alright. Let's see Erm..."

~~
I woke up to Alex cuddled on my chest. This fucking is awesome.

Oh my god he's adorable.
How?
How can Alex go from blowing up bathrooms, to this calm ass adorable lil kitten?

How can he go from kicking Thomas' ass to fucking this cute fucking puppy?

He squirmed and clung to my shirt. My sister laughed from the doorway.

"Y'all gay as fuck." She said.

Alex stirred and muttered, "What you'd call me?"

She giggled.
Alex leaned up and kissed me then smiled softly.

"I said it once and I'll say it again, y'all gay as fuck." She repeated.

"I'm gay for this boy right here." Alex said lazily, patting my chest. I snickered softly.

He rolled off of me and sat up. My sister snickered and closed the door.

Alex wiped his eyes and smiled at me. "Wanna steal something with me?" He asked.

"What? No!...wait..what do you wanna steal?" I asked.

He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. Aw shit I know where this is going.

"Your virginity." He said.

I sighed and muttered, "That was so fucking smooth."

"I am the master of crappy pick up lines darling. Wanna hear some more? Because I have pick up lines for days."

"...or we could sleep." I suggested.

He smiled softly and snuggled back into me. I kissed his forehead and whispered,
"Good night my boy."

~~

"It was the little innocent things that I really. loved about our relationship." I said.

Mr.W nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. I smirked and added,
"Like blowing up the bathrooms for example."

He choked on his coffee a bit and laughed softly.

"If you could say one thing to Alex if he was still around, what would it be?" Mr.W asked.

Alex appeared and leaned against the wall with a cocky ass smirk on his face.

"I'd say...I love it when you're around and when you smile...because it makes the whole world stop...and stare for a while..because you're just so amazing just the way you are. Even though your gone, you're not just a star to me. You're the whole damn sky. And I'd trade anything in the world to have you back. I love you so much and you're never, ever going to be forgotten." I said, looking Alex in the eyes.

Tears collected in his eyes and he looked away from me and muttered, "I've cried so- in- past-months." He choked, wiping his face on his sleeve.

I smiled softly. He muttered something and disappeared.
I glanced at the clock.

"T-the memorial starts soon. Could I go?" I asked.

"If that's what you want." He replied.
I got up and left.

My dad was waiting outside in the car. I hopped in and sat next to him.
"You excited for the memorial? Nervous?" He asked.

"A little bit of both." I replied, tapping my knees rapidly.
He gave me a small nod and started to drive.

As we approached the Town Hall I saw how many people were there. And my breath hitched. It was at least 800 people.

At least.

I got out of the car and walked through the crowd. I didn't look back to my dad or anything. I just walked through the big crowd.

I finally found the stage with the Schuyler sisters standing over there. Peggy waved to me and smiled.

"They are going to start playing the tapes you gave them soon." She said excitedly. "Do you like the balloons?!" She exclaimed.

I looked at the balloons and realized there were fucking a bazillion balloons.
"They're...good Peggy. Very nice." I said.

She squealed and hugged me. "Oh...thanks." I muttered.

I looked around for a moment and saw Thomas, James and Aaron all in all little group talking.

I saw George King, Sam Seabury and Charlie Lee.
(Everyone calls him that to fuck with him)

I saw Lafayette and Hercules talking to each other as well.

I made eye contact with Thomas and averted my eyes quickly in fear.
I knew he was walking over.
I didn't have to see him to know that.

I felt someone touch my shoulder. I knew that someone was Thomas.

I looked up and said,
"What the fuck do you want from me? I was nice to you at his funeral, I was nice to you at the schools crappy half assed memorial, hell I made Alex show you mercy that one time he beat your ass into oblivion. He easily could've killed you. Easily. But guess what? I made him not do that! So what more do you want from me?"

"John I just want you to know I'm sorry." He said.
I heard the sincerity in his voice.

"Exactly what are you sorry for?" I hissed.

"For being such a jerk to yo-"
"That's an understatement." I interrupted.

"You made Alex so scared he didn't come to school for at least three days. Alex was pretty feisty and could roast you without a problem, but you honestly made him fear you so much that he was genuinely scared of getting put in a hospital. Bet ya didn't know that, did you?" I growled.

Thomas looked taken back.
"I-I didn't...Im sorry." He said.
"He doesn't know that." I snapped, pointing my finger towards the stage.

"He hated you. Wait no. Hates a pretty strong word...But it's the strongest I can think of right now so it'll have to fucking do!" I exclaimed.

"John, look I'm really sorry." He repeated.

"That doesn't take back the years of torture you handed to Alex and I. We didn't even fucking do anything to you." I told him, venom slipping from my tongue.

"If I could take everything back I would." Thomas told me.

"That doesn't change what you did." I said, walking away from him.

I saw the Schuyler sisters turn on the tapes and they started playing on a protector.

The first thing that came on was the camera shaking and then focusing on Alex, who was in my bean bag reading. Younger me giggled and said, "Hey Alex...whatcha reading?"

Alex didn't look up from his book and muttered, "You're just going to make fun of me so I'm not going to say the name."

"Aw don't be like that! Come on, just say the name Alex." Young me pleaded.

Alex lifted up his middle finger and proceeded to keep reading.

Young me did an exaggerated gasp and exclaimed, "Shame!"

Then the video ended. There were various snickers in the crowd.

Another video cut to my garage. Alex was doing something that had to do with fire. I'm not exactly sure what he was doing, but I'm pretty sure he was making a bomb.

Why?
To blow up this abandoned warehouse bathroom.

He had a love for blowing up bathrooms. Mainly because it wasn't a big enough crime to go to jail that long for and he knew he was smart enough to not get caught.

On top of that he was a sly ass liar.
A true Slytherin if I'm going to be honest.
Anyway, back to the video.

"Alex what the fuck are you doing??" I asked.

The camera zoomed in on this big ass bomb thing and then back at Alex, then the bomb, then Alex, then my confused ass face.

"What does it look like?" He asked.

"It looks like you're trying to blow up my garage!" I exclaimed.

"Bitch what? Nah I'm just building a bom- a device- in your garage. Imma be blowing up a bathroom later." He said.

"...can I come?" I asked.

"Yeah sure. Just don't get blown up. I don't wanna be responsible for my bo- best friends death. I can handle a lot of things on my shoulders, stealing, blackmail, blowing shit up, pick pocketing but murder? Nah that's a whole new level of fucked up." He said.

"Alright! Cool!" I exclaimed.
And now I'm supposed to speak.

Alright.
This will be fun.

I walked onto the stage and grabbed a microphone. A lot of people were watching. I saw some cameras and even a News Camera.

Gloria Borger?
Is that you?

(A/N: If there's any PewDiePie fans who got that reference...thank you.)

My hands shook slightly.

"Hello. My name is John Laurens. I wa- am Alex's boyfriend. I was the one with the crappy camera skills in those videos." I said.

A few chuckles came from the crowd.
I smiled softly.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
This is horrifying.

I probably look ugly.
And pregnant.
What.

"I'm not going to lie, Alex was probably the most strange person I've ever met or will meet. Some of the things he did were just completely and utterly outrageous and stupid.
And I loved him for it.
Nobody had the balls to say everything he said.
Nobody had the smarts to get third place on the National Debate when they were only sixteen.
Nobody said the first thing that came to their mind.
Nobody was as messed up as Alex. Though he was messed up and probably a little mentally ill, he was beautiful.
He was so messed up it all looped back around and made him the best young man I've ever met." I said, scanning the crowd.

"Like, honestly? If Loki wasn't the God of Mischief, that title would go rightfully to Alex."

Again, a few laughs.

"But into more serious topics, Alexander was not a perfect human being. Nobody is. And I'm not going to say that he was the closest person to being perfect because that would go to Ryan Gosling, like oh my god have you seen that man holding a puppy? Alright. Sorry that was off topic." I told the crowd.

There was a louder group of laughter. I smiled.

Alex, people actually care!
Look!

"Alright, but I'm being honest this time, I'm getting to more serious topics...just...slowly. Being with Alex, without a doubt, gave me the up most inspiration to look up to. He gave me unconditional love, reinforced the importance of giving back and taught me how to be a better person." I said, I saw Peggy give me a big thumbs up.

"Alex loved me like he'd never been hurt before. He trusted me with his life and I followed pursuit in the same beliefs but in his hands.
Love is a promise.
It's a souvenir.
Once given, it's never forgotten.
And I'm never going to let it disappear. No one deserves to be forgotten. Definitely not Alex."

I never knew how much Alex would make an impact on me.
I didn't know.

Alex Pov
You Didn't Know.