#22- an awkward dinner party

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Henry was impossibly nervous. He was wearing a dark blue button down and keep fidgeting with the top button. Normally, a boy's parents would calm him down before they had a dinner with their son's boyfriend and his parents.

This was impossible for a number of reasons. First, Henry's parents were no where to be found. Secondly, Alex and John were just as nervous as Henry.

Alex pulled John into the kitchen. "How the fuck did we get ourselves into this?" he said nervously, running his hands through his hair.

John placed his hands firmly on Alex's shoulders. "Don't worry," he said. "It's going to be fine. I promise."

Well, long story short, it wasn't fine.

The minute Jefferson showed up at their door, he was acting like a pompous ass. (per usual) When he saw John, he scanned him up and down and smirked. "Looking good, Laurens." he said, with a flick of his eyebrows. (just so you know I am imagining the eyebrow thing even does after he takes all the paper towels whoops)

 (just so you know I am imagining the eyebrow thing even does after he takes all the paper towels whoops)

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Alex was ready to fight. (as per usual)

"Hey, buddy. Hop off, huh?" he said angrily to Jefferson.

"Hey Alex, its fine." said John. Let's just get through this dinner."

Dinner was tense, to say the least. James refused to look anyone in the eye and didn't say a word besides "pass the salt please". 

Jefferson kept making crude remarks and passes at John. John kept checking on James, gauging his reaction to Jefferson's blatant flirtation. James had no reaction, he kept his eyes glued to the table, silently eating potatoes.

The silence quickly became too much for Henry and his boyfriend. "We're going to finish eating in my room." Henry said, pulling Tom with him.

John stood up abruptly. "I'm going to go get the dessert ready. James, help me?"

James looked up at John gratefully and followed him into the kitchen. As they assembled the strawberry shortcake they got to talking.

"So, um, what's up with Thomas? I don't want to invade, but.." John stumbled on his words.

"No, its fine." James said quietly. "He likes to flirt. Does it all the time. I guess I've gotten used to it by now."

"Hey." said John. "You deserve to have a guy who won't do that to you. I'm not saying break up with him, but at least talk to him about it if it's a problem. Hell, go home right now and talk about it."

James looked up. "But what about dessert?"

"Fuck dessert."

meanwhile 

The moment the two of them were out of earshot, Alex went off on Jefferson. "Okay, what the fuck are you trying to pull right now? Your boyfriend is sitting right there!"

"James and I have an agreement." Jefferson said, crossing his arms.

"Okay, sure, whatever, as long as your little agreement doesn't involve my boyfriend, alright? You broke up with him. Okay? John is an amazing person and I love him more than you could possibly know, so I don't need you around, fucking this up for him. It took him so long to get over you, you aren't allowed to just waltz in and act like this."

"You done?" said Jefferson.

"No!" said Alex, exasperated. "If I had my way, you wouldn't be here, in our home at all. The only reason you are is because Henry and Tom are dating. There is nothing either of us can do about that, so we are going to be civil."

Alex would have continued talking, no doubt, if James and John hadn't reentered the room that second. 

"Thomas, we're leaving." James announced.

"What?" Jefferson asked.

"Let's go, I've got some things to say to you." said James, grabbing their coats.

Jefferson followed him out the door, confused.

"Well, more dessert for us, right?" said Alex.

a/n

why are my neighbors setting off fireworks its not 4th of july anymore plz stop

once again i don't know where this story is going so if there's anything you wanna see comment it?

xx Luke

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