Winter (-Lams Oneshot-)

Winter

John's POV

My hair was whipping around my face, almost as irritating as the winds themselves. I clutched my jacket and pulled it closer to me to retain my body heat, the plastic grocery bag rustling in my hand. The last threads of autumn's trail were fleeting and winter was hitting hard this year. I was walking to get some snacks for my movie night I have every Friday, It's been snowing for a few hours now (why did I walk???)

I knew Alex's house was closer to here than mine. I sighed, watching the steam that blew out of my mouth. I knew I would have to go to Alex's place. But I know I wouldn't hate the idea that much. I pull my phone out of my pocket and find Alex's contact, my nerves always got a bit wound when I would talk to him, or message him.

turtleboi!: Hey im cold and i need somewhere to spend the night can i stay at yours?

guyinthepubliceye: Sure! Come on over i'll make some hot chocolate!

I smiled lightly, Alex is so nice! I am definitely crushing on him, big time. I hope he damn well remembers how to make hot chocolate at that weird middle ground that we both like.

I spent the rest of the walk adoring the warmth my face, not the reason it's there, but for the fact that I am just lacking all forms of that sweet cold relief (warmth). It's there because I'm blushing, intensely, I've been to Alex's place before, it shouldn't be this exciting!

I arrive at the house, the dark-wooden look really stood out against the snow, and the other houses. The hollow door making an interesting sound as I knock. Alex answers quickly, a small bit of chocolate powder splattered on his face, I won't lie, I kinda wanted to lick it off, but I didn't for obvious reasons.The yellow lights of his house back-lighting him.

He smiled at me, a big toothy grin "Hey John!" He moved aside to let me in, I smiled at him too. Less enthusiastic, but that was normal. We walked into the living room and drank our hot chocolate in a comfortable silence, I knew I would sleep on the couch, even though Alex always tries to sleep on the couch so I sleep in his bed.Alex is just such a lovely human to be around! He treats close friends like they are the air he breathes, the water he drinks, the sleep he lacks but does need. He sometimes even stops working to do things for Laf, herc and I!

"John" I hum in response, still sipping out of the mug I had, lost in thought. "John, there isn't anything in the mug, you drank it all." I realised what he said very quickly, and he started laughing at me, a good hearty laugh. How I drank all of it in one go, I will never know. I started laughing with him, after a minute, he said,

"Don't worry, I'm laughing with you, not at you!"

"But before I started laughing, you were laughing at me" I said between giggles.

Alex kept giggling "John I think you need to ask before you speak so much truth"

We laughed a bit more before calming down, I let Alex go make him and myself more hot chocolate, I couldn't stop him. I just had to wait about five - ten minutes? Pretty much. I pulled out my phone to distract myself.

Although I will say I was surprised when I heard sniffling from the kitchen. My brow furrowed in confusion, I've never seen Alex cry before... That or his hay fever has started up again. But it's winter so I'd question that endlessly.

I tip-toed my way to the kitchen, as to not disturb him, and saw him leaning over the sink. The quiet but resonating sound of running water and small sobs could be heard and Alex heaved a deep breath, before splashing his face a few times. He went to collect the two mugs of hot chocolate that were set on the counter beside him but he nearly dropped them when he saw me, and my heart broke at the sight of him.

His dark hair, previously up and silky was now let down and tousled, as if he'd run his hands through it a million times over. His gorgeous eyes, normally the colour of dark oak wood, now were dulled and broken to an almost black. Around his eyes it was puffed and red and I think it hurt his eyes to open as wide as they did when he saw me. His hands had tiny cuts in them, resembling what happened when someone closes their hand around broken glass, or ceramic. All traces of blood were washed away, but they were too small to be bandaged.

I saw him beginning to tear up again "I-I'm sor-ry, I-I-I, I was t-trying to make it r-right but I-I went to grab the mugs a-and-and the p-plate that they were on while I cleaned up just... shattered and I-I tried to-" I broke him off by hugging him quickly, after a while I knew where that sentence was going, I just wanted to comfort him.

He hugged me back almost immediately, sobbing into my shoulder. I don't know where this reaction came from, was it something in his history? Was it just pain in his hands getting to him? Or was is pent up emotion? I wouldn't quite know unless he told me.

I lead him to the living room, he had managed to keep carrying the mugs. I sat him down and laid an arm around him, and let him lean into it, I blushed slightly at how much he seemed to enjoy this, he really mustn't have been thinking.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong, Alex?" I said, a warm tone in my voice. He looked up from his place in my shoulder, god those puppy eyes will kill me.

"I... I don't like being negative around people, I guess this is just what happens..."

"Pent up emotion?"

"Yep"

CALLED IT. "Well, you can always talk to me, any feelings you have around valid and never a burden, y'know that, right?" I looked at him and smiled a reassuring smile.

He smiled back and stuffed his face back into my shoulder.

"I love you, Alex" I paled, why did my siblings manage to make that my habit? Saying 'I love you' before bed? WHY? I meant it but WHY?!

Alex looked at me, shocked, but... it melted into a warm, happy expression. He gently kissed my jaw. "I love you too, John" Then he fell asleep on my chest, I guess he was exhausted.

I smiled and kissed his head and fell asleep, content and comfortable with him here.

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Ayo, readers!

I just wrote this because I love hamilton and it is so fucking hot right now I needed this. I hope you enjoyed it! A little Lams never hurt anybody! I do try to write, and my creativity has been sparking, but no promises! Alright I will see you latter miracles! (Oh here we go again with the cringy fucking outro)

Peace out, New south!