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My Other Half Pt. 1

Part 1 ~

John's pov -

I'm nearly skipping on my way home from work today, regardless of the tiring hours spent writing for Washington. Alex went home long before me, said he had something special planned, and I'm insanely excited. He's so amazing, I know I'll love it no matter what. My mind wanders to the surprise I have planned for him later tonight, mapping out every tiny detail, making sure it's perfect. The time passes by quickly in this way, and before I know it I'm at my door. I can't help but laugh when I step inside. Alex is nowhere to be seen, but there are rose petals littering the floor, candles lined up. None of the lights are on, and I quickly recognize the path that the candles and roses are leading me on. I pick my way up the stairs, trying not to step on too many rose petals or catch anything on fire. This is gonna be hell to clean up later. I shake my head, smiling despite myself. Once I get upstairs I find that the petals lead under our bedroom door and I follow, walking until I find myself at the doors to the balcony. I see him through the glass, standing patiently, waiting for me. I throw open the doors. He has this adorable dorky grin on his face and runs to meet me, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside. I laugh at his enthusiasm, nearly tripping over myself. The evening is beautiful, pink clouds line the horizon and the air is fresh and crisp. But it's the man standing in front of me who makes it undeniably perfect.

"Hello, my love," his voice is light, ringing in my ears. I take him in. He's wearing a white button up shirt and suit pants. The first two buttons are undone, his collar laid back just the way I love.

"Lexy, you look so handsome," I know he notices as I run my eyes over him, his grin growing into a chuckle. I lean in to peck a kiss against his smile, and his hands hold onto my hips. "What's the occasion?" I tease, smirking at him. He brings his arm out in a grand sweep, gesturing to the balcony around us. I had been so taken in by him I didn't even realize. Behind him sits a table, a clean white tablecloth draped over it and dinner set out by candlelight. A vase in the center holds gardenias, my favorite flower. But even more breathtaking are the balloons. There are tons of them littering both sides of the balcony, purple and blue ones, my favorite colors. I gasp, surprising myself, and Alex laughs, full of joy.

"Do you like?" He asks, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"I love," I reply, sinking into him. "Almost as much as I love you, darling."

His warm breath flows over my ear, "Ah, I love you too. There's more. You see, they're all weighted down by a piece of paper?" his grip around my waist loosens, "Go, read them." I heed his orders, kneeling next to a purple balloon near me. I unfold the piece of paper, recognizing his scribbled handwriting immediately. He clearly took his time while organizing this. How did he manage to do so without me noticing?

The day we first met, it's still fresh in my mind as if it happened just yesterday. Every detail, like a movie playing before my eyes. You took my breath away, I honestly thought I might die right then and there. I knew without a doubt in my mind I needed you to be mine. Laf and Herc were teasing us all night, remember? Made me blush more times than I'd like to admit. But that day was the start of my life, I realized I had never truly been living up until that point. Everything was suddenly new, bright, alive, including me. That day was the start of something gorgeous, a new life I would never want to return from.

~ Yours, Always. Lex

I laugh joyously, "Lexy, what is this?" He prods at another purple balloon, pulling it to and fro as he watches me with bright chocolate eyes, layer upon layer of magnificent color.

"They're memories. Certainly not all of them, but some of the best. Some of my favorites." I tilt my head at him in utter disbelief, looking again at everything around me. What in God's name did I do to deserve this angel? I drop the note in my hand and move on to one next to me, but I hesitate.

"Lex?" I call his attention, though it's already been on me the entire time, as I unfold the note, "Will you read it to me?" He smiles and walks over. I get comfortable, crossing my legs and leaning forward excitedly, the rush from everything giving me unsurmountable energy.. He sits down next to me in the same fashion, our knees touching, and leans over to read the note I'm holding.

"Our first kiss. And I mean our first real, emotion driven, sober kiss. It was after a night of drinking at my place. We crashed on the sofa together and when we woke up we both had the most awful hangover," I smile as he reads, losing myself in his voice and his handwriting as I reminisce, the exact memory floating into my vision.

"When we woke up we were on opposite sides of the sofa, our legs intertwined, and I freaked out, asking if we kissed or anything. You nodded, grinning like a fool, and then untangled yourself from me and crawled over. I still remember the feeling when your lips touched mine, your smile against mine, as if I never even knew the pain in my aching head. And I still remember what you said when you pulled away, 'We did. But now I'm sober as hell, and I'm still kissing you.' That moment was everything. I couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day, and all the days after. I love you. Yours forever, Lex."

I laugh, recalling my failed attempts to be even half as smooth as Alex. The most amazing part of that otherwise horrible morning, though, was that he kissed me again.

"I love you too. This is truly wonderful, Lex. I can't believe you did this, this must have taken so much time." he shrugs, his smile forcing his eyes to wrinkle at the corners; he's precious, gorgeous, mine.

"I found it pretty enjoyable. I mean, why wouldn't I? I got to spend hours just remembering each amazing moment I've spent by your side. But," he sets the note down and leans closer to me, making my heart fly into my throat, pounding at a million miles an hour even after all these years. "Nothing beats making new memories." His hair falls into his face, half hiding his sly grin. I push it back behind his ear and my hand finds their familiar home in the crook of his neck as I lean in, meeting his lips. I can feel his smile, forcing the corners of my mouth to turn upwards as well. My heart is flying, my mind soaring far above the earth. He backs up out of my reach and stands, pulling me up with him.

"Come on, we can do this later," he winks, and I feel a shiver run through my veins, shaking my core, "our early dinner is going to get cold."

A/N: Indeed, it is not Valentine's day, it's nowhere near Februrary.
Shhh. Pretend.
Plus I'm the author and I write what I want so hehe.
Adios til next time ~