Hi guys! Here's an update with Lafayette as promised, though there isn't much of him. And there is also some french so check the translations at the bottom if you need to! (And thanks to Guest for the review! When I read your review I laughed out loud and my a few people looked at me oddly, except my friends because they're used to it by now. And I know, I'm an horrible at commitment when it comes to my stories.) Enjoy!

February 12th

Lafayette broke into my apartment and I was currently trying to shove his cul français out.

Currently, his was lounging on my couch trying to talk to me about relationship stuff and crap but all I care about is getting him out.

Merde, he just found my phone.

Laf… put that down je jure devant Dieu…

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette! You come back here right now!

He only laughs at me as he runs off to my room.

I need to find better friends.

I chased after him calling him a few select things in french that I will not print here for there could be innocent children. (Ignoring the previous french statements.)

When I finally jumped him onto my bed, I get a face full of his stupid man bun.

He throws something at me before running off.

He throws a "Your welcome!" over his shoulder before he runs out of my apartment.

Couard.

I open my phone to see what damage he has done.

Other than a few selfies of him laughing I don't see any real damage.

Huh, maybe I was worried about noth—

Wait.

I check my messages to John.

To My Freckled Angel: I think I like you, a lot.

Sous-merde.

I tense as I look at my phone, but relax when I see he didn't get to send it.

… Well, I mean, I could send it.

He hasn't look at my texts in a while anyway, he'd probably never see it.

Alright I'll send it.

I press send.

And HOLY MERDE HE READ IT!

I quickly retrace and after three attempts I find something else to say.

To My Freckled Angel: I get it if you don't like me back, but please at least tell me.

Ugh, I regret everything.

Translations:

(cul français = french ass; merde = shit; je jure devant Dieu = I swear to God; Couard = Coward; sous-merde = this apparently means someone worse than merde.)

As you see, I had Alex embrace more of the french language as Lafayette is here. I think he would probably revert back to french more when they're hanging out together. Okay, I'll update again soon! Bye!