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[John]
After a night shift at the hospital, you don't fall into bed. Rather, you collapse, wishing the mattress would swallow you whole. The morning John Laurens collapsed into his bed, a smile emerged on his face as he felt the lazy arm of his boyfriend loop around his waist. The young doctor felt kisses being peppered along the back of his neck, soft, slow and sumptuous, this sleepy morning was the thing of dreams. Was it a dream? He mused, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, senses tingling and eyes glistening with sleepiness. It must be a dream, he thought, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
This was soon ruined by a smash, followed by a string of expletives.
Confused and tired, John willed himself to leave the soft cocoon of his duvet, to be greeted by a very emotional Hamilton, covered in coffee and some sort of pastry? Laptop caked in some sort of sticky liquid, and his phone that had been swiftly smashed as it fell to the floor, was laying in the debris. The future speeches for the President of the United States were strewn across the floor, all dripping wet. A soft smile cracked on John's face, as he saw the sleep deprived speech writer trying to make sense of what had just happened, but every time he opened his mouth, little sense came from it. Methodically, the young speechwriter soon started to tidy, with each mess creating more confusion, what was Alex trying to do?
The doctor smiled, resigning himself to the idea that sleep would be alluding him for the rest of the day. Allowing himself to let a soft chuckle, he roped his arms around the smaller man, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
"Alexander", he sighed, "Will you ever learn that you need an ounce of sleep?"
The young speechwriter huffed, unravelling himself from the strong arms of the doctor. Jumping swiftly from the bed, in a clumsy attempt to tidy the room. After a pregnant pause, mostly of Alexander looking more puzzled than ever, the other man fell into the damp heap of crumb filled sheets, which were soaked in orange juice.
"Happy Flag Day, babe" Hamilton replied, smiling as he looked around the sloping walls of John's room, which had all been bedecked in various flags. Each surface of the room was decorated with some sort of ornament: flags, banners, and some form of bunting flowing around in the light breeze of morning. A small smirk appeared over John's face as he observed the various colourful amalgamations adorning his flat: flags from Puerto Rico, South Carolina, Nevis, Wales and countless others, not to mention the American flag printed over George Washington's face.
"Alex, what is this?" John asked with an unabashed giggle forming between his lips.
Sighing, the speechwriter gasped and allowed his jaw to swing open: "You mean you don't love flag day?"
Sitting up, picking up various flags and crumbs spread amongst his bed, he felt his lips reaching towards the other man's forehead. "I love flag day, with all of this madness", his lips reached the tip of his nose, and smiled, "You're crazy."
Another pause filled the air, this time less suspenseful, instead filled with bubbling awe and excitement. His fingers softly brushed the nape of the younger man's neck, slowly caressing the small wisps of hair at the back of his neck. John's lips slowly reached his partner's, and with a breathy laugh, he gasped as the perilous words left his lips: "I love you, Baby Girl."
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Text Messages: 14/06/2016
To: The Worst Roommate Ever
Flag day is a national holiday right?
From: The Worst Roommate Ever
Why do you ask?
To: The Worst Roommate Ever
Just wondering if our great President has given his staff the day off
From: The Worst Roommate Ever
Why do you ask?
To: The Worst Roommate Ever
No reason
To: The Worst Roommate Ever
Happy Flag Day!
To: The Worst Roommate Ever
You might want to get some earplugs...
From: The Worst Roommate Ever
Why are you celebrating Flag Day?
From: The Worst Roommate Ever
Don't answer that.
From: The Worst Roommate Ever
Enjoy time with your Baby Girl.
From: The Worst Roommate Ever
The warning was a bit late, the whole flat heard you celebrating "Flag Day"... The walls in this flat are not soundproof, niña
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