I'm writing this while I'm supposed to be working on a current event project that's due tomorrow/Monday. But hey. I'm already failing civics. I used google translate for the French. I'm sorry if it's incorrect. BLAME IT ON GOOGLE!!

John

Waking up to the smell of bacon is awesome. Meanwhile waking up to the smell of smoke is a different story. I hear my friends running 'round in the kitchen. I sit up at pull my dark curly brown hair into a ponytail and walk to the kitchen door. I lean on the frame and see the oven open and Hercules lookingat the black bacon. Lafayette is pacing the kitchen muttering.

"Y'all are real smooth."

They both turn their heads and look at me. Hercules' short hair is tucked inside a black beanie, and he looks like he lost my turtle. Then there's Lafayette. He has tears in his eyes and looks like he hasn't slept. At. All. They both look like they fucked something up.

"What are ya doin' anyway?"

"Uhhh well Laff had an idea of making you breakfast 'cause it's your birthday...". He motioned to the mess of bacon and a little tray of burnt eggs. "Didn't go very well."

I look at Lafayette. "Dude, really?" He looks down in shame. "Wait, it's my birthday?" Hercules looks at me in disbelief and Lafayette follows suit.

"Youfuckingforgotyourbirthday?"

This time Hercules is the one who is pacing. Lafayette looks at the wall and starts muttering quietly. "Ok, ok. Yeah I forgot my birthday. So what?"

My friends are glaring at me. "What? My birthdays were never anything special as a kid 'cause o my dad. I've just started to ignore 'em."

Hercules studies my face for a little. "There's another reason why you forgot your birthday..."

"How 'bout we discuss this over coffee? I'll pay." I'll do anything to get away from that topic. "mon ami tu ne paieras pas pour ce café, tu me tuerais moi-même. je l'ai?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing! Merde."

Me and Hercules don't know French and I kinda don't wanna know what he said.

We decide to go to a little shop some where in New York. I don't really know because Herc drove. We walk into a small cozy building with a barista that looks like she would kill to be able to sleep for a minute. Only one other person is there and he is vigorously typing on his computer. College student.

We sit down right behind the only other customer in the building. This is why Laff isn't allowed to chose the seating.

We sit in awkward silence until I think of something to say.

"Yo, what dorms do y'all got?"

Lafayette looks up from stirring his coffee. "Vraiment, John, je n'ai pas eu mon programme et je suis sûr que personne ne l'a fait."

I look at him in confusion. Hercules shares and identical look with me.

"Any way do any o y'all got a certain person on your mind?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"'Cause y'all keep staring into space with stupid grins on your faces."

They both blush furiously.

"Oohhhhhh!"

"Well what girl do you have stuck in that hollow whole you call a head?"

"I don't have a girl in mind, Laff."

"Yes you do, I can tell."

"No I don't, he isn't eve-"

I cover my mouth with my hands as Lafayette and Hercules start to form mischievous smiles.

"You do?! Yay! John do-"

I stand up almost knocking the table over.

"John please calm down, mon ami."

"I-I"

"Who is he?"

" I don't know."

"John, don't be silly. How can you not know?"

"I don't remember. Ok?"

"But if you have a crush on them-"

" I. Can't. REMEMBER!!! "

I look Lafayette I. The eyes and I feel tears coming to my eyes. Hercules has been watching this escalate while recording.

"Why? May I ask?"

"Because- well."

I sigh knowing I will never hear the end of this."Because. I have short term memory loss."

"Oh, John I-"

"It's ok."

"But really, John-"

"I'm fine, it's ok."

"Jo-"

"Just leave me alone. Then I'll forget about this conversation."

"Or you could forget about us"

Hercules motions to the two of them. I stand back up and try to leave. "John!"

Lafayette desperately yells and I stop moving. "Mon amie." I sigh and they stand up so we can leave the shop. I smile at Hercules and he looks sad. Almost like he pity's me. Ugh, I don't like being treated like I'm sick.

We walk back to the apartment and watch movies for a few hours until Hercules has to go to his 'work-thingie'.

Then it's just me and Lafayette. I start playing with the carpet as I run the events of the coffee shop incident through my head. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Joyeux anniversaire, ma petite tortue."

I smile. That's pretty much all I know in French.

Short chapter. I know I'm sorry but I'm tired. Btw comment if you want me to put translations in the end of the chapters. If I get ten people saying yes then I will do it. I'm also looking for a beta reader so if you know anyone or you are a beta reader or have any recommendations please any help would be appreciated! Bye, love you all!