Work in Progress

Past to Present

Prologue:

Jonathan's POV:

"JON," I heard Tyler screamed out and I opened my eyes.

I looked up blindly to see smoke was everywhere. I put my hand up to my mouth and I started to cough slowly losing my breath to the smokes. I slowly get up and try to find my way out of this fiery place.

"TYLER," I screamed back hoping he would hear me.

"JON PLEASE HOLD ON I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN NOT LIKE BEFORE," he yelled back and I fell to the floor.

"Hurry please," I said as my eyes were starting to feel heavier.

I couldn't keep them open anymore and I closed my eyes shut feeling the heat around me. Why did it come to this?

Chapter 1:

John's POV:

"Why did we come here again," I asked Lucas as we walked into Lagoona, some joint where a bunch of floozies and winos come and hang out.

"John, you need to live your life more. Find a wench suitable of your needs. You don't want to be the only man who is a virgin now do you," he said winking at me.

"But seriously this joint out of the rest," I said looking at him with annoyance.

"Come on John I mean look at that keen girl," he said pointing to a girl at the bar.

"No, Lucas you better not get blotto I don't want to drag your ding-bat ass back home," I said and he laughs.

"Just find someone decent and stop panning everyone while you're at it," he said as he buzzed off to the floozy.

I sighed as I walked to the bar as well and took a seat. The host asked me what I wanted and I ordered a whiskey. Might as well get myself blotto, I don't have anything else to do. I heard the bells ring singling someone entering the bar. I gandered my eyes to the door and I saw two bimbos walking in like they owned the place.

I moved my eyes back to my drink and just left the bimbos to themselves. I don't need to mess with them tonight. I heard them walk towards me and I groaned out of annoyance. I kept my mouth shut as they took the two seats to the right of me.

"Give me a whiskey but hold the ice," the one with blue eyes said and I rolled my eyes at how he would get his drink straight.

"Just give me a beer," the one with brown eyes said making the blue eyed bimbo laugh.

"Come on Ethan you weak goop," blue eyes bimbo said to the brown eyed one.

"I don't care Terry you know I can't handle drinks straight," Ethan said to Terry.

I guess since I know their real names I can stop calling them bimbos. I don't know why I'm even listening to their conversation. I took another sip of my whiskey and I heard them mention me.

"I mean look at the guy next to you he knows how to have a good time," Terry said and I rolled my eyes.

"What's your name good looking," Ethan asked me.

"Someone you don't need to know," I said making Terry laugh.

"He told you Ethan. Anyways my names Terry and this is Ethan, the goop," he said making Ethan glare at him.

"I'm John," I said and Terry smiles.

"Nice to meet you John I hope you can excuse this simp," he said.

"Hey I'm so not a simp," Ethan said pouting at Terry.

"Where you on the make with me earlier Ethan," I asked him and he smirks at me.

"Maybe I was or maybe I wasn't. It depends if you roll that way," he said winking at me.

"Sorry to burst your bubble but I don't," I said and he pouts.

"All the cute ones aren't," Ethan said and Terry chuckles.

"You won't tell anyone about me," Ethan asked and I just shrugged.

"Not my problem," I said taking another sip of my drink.

I looked back to where Lucas was and I noticed he was gone.

"Son of a heel I can't believe he buzzed off," I said making Terry and Ethan look at me with weird glances.

"Sorry but I'm gonna skiddoo," I said making Ethan pout.

"We should get together some other day," Terry said and I nod my head.

"Sure you aren't such boring bimbos," I said.

"Come by this address anytime and you can hang out with our group. Just to let you know we do some pretty jazzy stuff," he said writing something down on a piece of paper.

"Alright see you later Terry, Ethan," I said grabbing the piece of paper.

I made my way out of the joint and I looked down at the piece of paper. I guess it wasn't such a bad idea to come to this joint after all.

Chapter 2:

Jonathan's POV:

"I don't get why I let you convince me to come here," I told Luke as we were walking to a bar.

"Because Jonathan, you are a lonely motherfucker who doesn't like to head out anywhere. And I, your best friend, need to find you a nice young lady to make you happy," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck you Luke you know I'm fucking gay as shit," I said not being ashamed of my sexuality.

"Yeah I sometimes forget okay. I didn't say I was the best of best friends," he said making me laugh.

Two stories one set in the past and one set in the present. A H2OCat for the centuries... at least that's what I had in mind for this fuck fest.

Also here's some of the slang I used for chapter 1

bash: drunken spree
beat: stump
beat it: leave
beezer: nose
bimbo: a tough guy
blotto: drunk
blues: depression
break: opportunity
bull: nonsense
buzz off: leave
cabin fever: irritability from being inside for so long
call on the carpet: to scold
clam up: refuse to speak
crumb: mean person
curtains: the end
cushy: easy
date/ simp/goof: a stupid foolish person
dilly: something excellent
earful: gossip
fall for: fall in love
floozy/floozie: a hoe
gander: to look
gas: a joke
goop: moron
grouser: complainer
gussy: to dress up
hanging: excellent
heel: a loser or jerk
ice: diamonds
jake: okay, all right
jazz: to excite
jinx: something or so own with bad luck
joint: a rundown place
just off the boat: naive
keen: attractive, appealing
louse: mean person
meathook: hands
on the make: flirting
pan: to criticize
posh: fancy
pug-ugly: super ugly
roscoe: handgun
scratch: money
skiddoo: to leave
snookums: a name
steam up: aggravate, excite
straight: a drink without ice
whacked: exhausted
wino: a homeless alcoholic
yessir: yes

Also I unironically used simp when I wrote this back in 2016 and it's not in my definitions... whoops