Chapter Four

The next day was Saturday. The boys just hung around their room most of the day, watching youtube and playing video games. Alex had never been able to afford games before, and John refused to leave him alone until he was a Mario Kart master.

Later in the evening, Herc, Laf, and John were getting ready to go to a party.

"You wanna come, man?" Herc asked Alex. "It's supposed to be a great party, Thomas Jefferson always throws them."

Alex squirmed in his seat. "That's ok, I don't really… drink." John smiled.

"That's fine." He turned to Herc and Laf. "I'm gonna stay here with Alex, then. You guys have fun." Laf pouted.

"You two are no fun, but fine. Stay home, like an old married couple." He winked at John with a knowing smile and sauntered out the door with Herc.

"So…" John said, "More Mario Kart?" Alex smiled.

"You're on."

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette was drunk. They had been at Jefferson's party for three hours, and both Laf and Herc were more than a little tipsy. Somehow, they had ended up behind some bushes, giggling and talking about life. While Herc got aggressive when drunk, Laf got sad. The two tended to even each other out, causing them to become deep and honest.

"I like ze stars." Laf muttered, his accent thicker with alcohol.

"Me too, man." Herc responded, then giggled as if he had just told a great inside joke.

"I like a lot of things," Laf continued. "I like college, I like food, I like to sleep, I like you." He looked startled, slapping a hand over his mouth and giggling.

"Me too, man." Herc repeated. "I also like college, food, sleep, and me. Oh, and you, bro." He also started giggling, and they both fell onto each other, laughing.

"No, I take it back." Laf slurred. "I don't like you. I love you, mon Ami." He started sobbing a little. "You are my best friend. I hate it. I want to kiss you." He started to sob harder, leaning on Herc's shoulder. Herc looked at him, then started to sob as well.

"I can't kiss my best friend. That would be weird. What if you don't like me?" He asked Laf.

"I know!" Laf replied. "If I kiss you right now, you might be upset." He looked at Herc, just to find him asleep. "Oh mon Dieu, Gilbert. Pourquoi mon Hercule est-elle une jolie petite fleur? Il est si précieux et moelleux!" He muttered to himself before passing out on Herc's shoulder.

Meanwhile, John was killing Alex in a Mario Kart tournament. They were on their tenth race, John winning every one.

"This isn't fair," Alex whined. "You've had a lifetime to practice. I learned today!"

John grinned. "It wasn't a lifetime. I didn't have any games till I moved out last year. And one day is all you need if you have a good teacher." He winked, and Alex laughed.

"What's your point? I should get a better teacher?" When he saw the look on John's face, he laughed again.

They spent a good four hours like this, laughing and playing all the video games John owned. Finally, at about three in the morning, they fell asleep on the floor.

At seven the next morning, Alex woke up. He only ever got three hours of sleep anyway, so he wasn't bothered about the time. He was bothered, however, about waking up with his head on John's chest. Alex couldn't say he disliked waking up with John. No, quite the opposite in fact. Not that he would admit that. The problem was that he now wanted so badly to repeat the action that he felt claustrophobic.

Alex grabbed a blanket off his bed and spread it over his roommate, sure that he couldn't lift John onto his bed. He then left the room to go get some coffee and a bagel.

As Alex left the room, John opened his eyes. He had been awake for half an hour when Alex had gotten up, and he hadn't missed the way Alex stared at chest for a minute, a blush growing on his face. He hadn't missed the way Alex lay his blanket on top of John, instead of John's own quilt. And he hadn't missed the fact that this was the first time he had slept through the night in about ten years. Maybe, John thought. Just maybe, I have a chance. He smiled, then closed his eyes.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. And yes, those are all for different things. First, I'm sorry it took so long to write this chapter. I have no excuse. After I was done with cross country and homework, I just wanted to watch , I'm also sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter. It was sitting in my Docs for literally a week. But did I want to turn on the computer? No. Next, I'm sorry this is kinda short. I'll write more next time. And finally, I'm sorry this is another filler. It will get interesting soon, I promise. I'm working my way up. And I also have no idea where to go with this yet... Hehe. So yeah, you get the point. I'm sorry, I will try harder. Please forgive me.