One Year-1

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"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. As you all know, Texas, New York, California.....FLORIDA."

"WHITE CLAW--hm what?"

It was eight thirty in the morning and California was already annoyed.

It all started last night; California was trying to watch a movie with Texas, Colorado, and Connecticut when the washer machine made a noise equivalent to a space shuttle exploding. When the four ran into the laundry room to investigate, Louisiana and Florida were standing in a pile of suds, grinning nervously holding rags that were previously a bed sheet.

Turns out Florida ignored any and all warnings not to load the washer machine too much.

Now the Statehouse was forced to do their laundry at the local laundromat, and California couldn't think of a better way to spend his Saturday mornings then standing in a sleazy laundromat that smelled like bleach and human excrement, with an old lady screaming about aliens in the corner, and the broken speaker system either playing 'Hungry Eyes' or 'Baby'.

California loaded the last of his wash and started up the machine, really wishing there was a bookstore or coffee shop near the laundromat so he didn't have to just stay there and wait. The nation state sighed before digging his phone out of his pocket; if nothing else at least he could get in some fights with randos on the internet before his clothes were done. Picking his poison, California selected the Facebook app, praying to anyone that the notification on the bottom of the screen was just a news story and not some awful meme Florida tagged him in.

It wasn't, it was from memories, and California was about to ignore it, when the wording of the status caught his eye.

One Year Ago Today: About to head into this meeting with Tex, Loui, Yorkie, and Florida. Don't know who this 'DC' is, but anything better than Trump.

One Year Ago

One Year Ago

California nearly dropped his phone in shock. Had it really been one year since DC called the first meeting about the pandemic? Had it really been one year since the five boyfriends met who'd become their sixth? Had it all really gone by that quickly? The nation state quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and turned to the old lady who had moved on from aliens and was now raving about how the government was hiding cameras in soap packets.

"Hey Aggie, can you watch my stuff, I'll be right back." California asked, not waiting for an answer before rushing out.

"THEY'RE TRYING TO SPY ON YOUR DELICATES." Aggie screamed as California got in his car and sped off.


California burst into the Statehouse sometime later, panting hard and trying to catch his breath.

"Oh hey, you done down at the misery home?" Florida asked not looking up from his position on New York's lap.

"No...I....I had to rush home..." California panted.

"I told you I don't have quarters!" Texas yelled, peeking his head out of the kitchen.

"It's been a year!" California announced. Silence filled the Statehouse; Texas exited the kitchen with Louisiana behind him, and New York and Florida finally looked over.

"The hell are you talking about?" New York asked.

"It's been a year since Dee called the first meeting, it's been a year since we first met him." California announced holding out his phone. Louisiana took his phone away from him and studied the memory, the other three boyfriends waiting on bated breath to see if what California said was right.

"It's true." Louisiana muttered. "It's been exactly a year."

"WE FORGET IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE WE MET DEE!" Florida yelled dramatically, falling off New York's lap.

"Jesus Fuck, I would've at least delayed him longer going back to Washington." Texas muttered.

"It's more than likely he forgot too." New York pointed out.

"So what do we do? This is an important day, this is what brought us together." California said, taking his phone back.

"I'm surprised you're not yelling about the China virus too." Texas pointed out.

"One, it's been a year, stop calling it that, and two yes it's the anniversary of that too." California said rolling his eyes.

"So what's the plan?" Florida asked standing back up. The boyfriends fell into silence once again.

"I don't know." Louisiana finally said, fingering his cup. "What do we do for the man who has become so important in our lives?"

"He really made us whole, huh?" New York asked and the other boyfriends agreed. Texas took off his hat and tucked it underneath his arm.

"Fellows, I think we all know what to do." Texas announced. California's eyes went wide.

"You....cowboy....you don't mean--"

"Holy shit are we doing it?" Florida asked beginning to bounce.

"We've been talking about it for months, poppy. Why wouldn't it be a good time?" Texas asked.

"Maybe at least until the pandemic is over." California pointed out.

"Sha, at this point it never will." Louisiana added.

"Please tell me we're doing it." Florida begged. Texas turned to New York who had remained mostly silent.

"What do you think Yorkie?"

"If you're ready, I'm ready. I can settle down." New York announced. California bit his lip and smiled, warmth rising to the tops of his cheeks. It would feel nice, and like Texas said they'd been talking about it for so long. He finally glanced up at his boyfriends, smiling shyly.

"Okay." California whispered.

"YES." Florida yelled jumping up in the air. "WE'RE FINALLY PROPOSING TO DC."

"Well wait, we need a ring." New York pointed out.

"Pffft we live in Florida, we can propose with a bottle cap." Florida snorted.

"I'll let you guys deal with that, I have to go back and get my clothes before Aggie tears them apart looking for cameras." California announced before leaving the Statehouse once again.

"There's one more issue." Louisiana announced bringing his boyfriend's attention to him. "How we going to pay for a ring?" The other three began shuffling their feet awkwardly, looking around various points in the room to avoid eye contact, and trying to avoid the question.

"Uh we'll get to that when we get to it, Loui." Texas announced putting his hat back on his head. "Let's talk about what we're going to ask IDC first." 

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