Fleur-de-lis

The good word: Side A

John's p.o.v

"So after he comes running out of the store holding two different two liters of soda, running in a way that'd shake the soda up pretty good, this asshole trips and faceplants right onto the asphalt, scraping up his chin and dropping one of the sodas, right. Then with perfect comedic timing, the soda bursts and sprays fizz and foam all over him. Then my other friend comes running out with a bag of flour, giving security the bird so he doesn't see my first friend on the ground. He trips over him and drops the flour directly on him, making him a sticky, floury mess and I just lose my shit at that point. I just collapse from laughter, my sides are hurting, there's tears streaming down my face and there was just no way for me to actually get up and run and I mean I had to have laughed for like ten minutes straight because I wasn't even done by the time the cops showed up. And that's how my first time getting arrested went."

I legitimately couldn't stifle my laughter at Logan's story. We were both pretty buzzed at this bar and we decided to swap crazy high-school stories. Everything I had done seemed like juvenile trolling compared to the mischief Logan had caused.

"My parents would've killed me if I forgot to pay for a candy bar. Nevermind pulling some devious lick shit like that." I chuckle.

"My parents were always kinda detached from everything I did." Logan smiles as he downs another glass of liquor. "I probably could've gotten a girl pregnant and the most my mom would say would be that wasn't very brilliant of you was it. And I really tempted fate that way a few times. Thank God for Plan B."

"Sheesh." I say, oddly impressed. "I manged to get a blow job or two when I was in school and one girl let me put it in her for all of 8 seconds before she changed her mind and bailed on me. I kept that shit so far under wraps because I legitimately thought my parents might force me to marry that girl if they found out." I chuckle. "Ironically, they did catch me mid-pull out after my first time with my ex boyfriend."

"Legendary." Logan comments. "I don't really know when my parents found out that I liked dudes too but they never acknowledged it. I basically had free reign to figure my whole deal out."

I smirk as I look down at my drink. "I'm only just now figuring things out. Never really got the chance to really explore the extent of my sexuality."

Logan flashes me an extremely serious look. "I...might know a couple of places that you can go to figure things out...but...you can't tell anybody that I brought you there."

I take a moment to really see just how serious he was about this. "Okay." I say.

"You wanna try your hand with girls or guys first?" Logan asks.

I think briefly. "I've been with a few girls but only one guy. It might be better to start there."

"I got you." Logan assures.

He tips the bartender and waves for me to follow him out...which I do, albeit a little drunkenly. When we're outside Logan gives me a quick once over.

"You okay to drive?" He questions.

"Uhh." I stumble slightly. "No."

"Alright, I'll take you and bring you back to your car afterwards. You should be sober enough by then."

"Great plan." I say, feeling as though I'd somehow grown more intoxicated after standing up.

Logan is kind enough to throw my arm around his shoulders and guide me to his car. I wasn't shit faced or anything but I'd gotten a bit drunker than I planned. After getting in Logan's car, we buckle up and he drives us away. I look outside at the night lights of the city. It was so different from Kansas here. It was still taking me some time to get used to it. I focus my mind on sobering up a bit, knowing that being a stumbling drunk wasn't the least bit attractive. After a bit of a ride, we stop at our destination.