A well kept secret

A Letter

Hello! It's been a while! Also for those who are Canadian happy late thanksgiving! 🥰

September 1936

Lem glared at his one-bedroom apartment. He stared at the stupid couch, and the stupid single bed. And thought about his stupid best friend.

The stupid best friend, with stupid blond hair, that made his stupid heart beat a little too fast, was now at stupid Harvard University. And everything was just so stupid.

He leaned his his head against the back of the door and closed his eyes. Philip and Alex were here at least which made things a lot easier; George was at Yale and James was at Cornell.

Lem grimaced at his shoes. Jack is all the way in Harvard University which is 294 miles away.

"Lem? you in there?" Alex knocked on the door. Lem sighed.

"Yeah." Lem opened the door, but couldn't find it in himself to plaster a smile on his face.

"You, okay?"

Alex jabbed Philip in the side.
"Why don't we go for beers instead?"

"We are underage you dip." Philip glared at Alex and rubbed his side.

"I know some people."

"That sounds extremely ominous." Lem raised an eyebrow.

"But also extremely useful."

"Stop wiggling your eyebrows like that." Philip slapped Alex on the shoulder.

"Damn, why do you have to be so mean?"

"And I ask God every day, why you have to be such an idiot."

Lem laughed as he followed his friends towards wherever Alex was leading them.

Once they were seated in leather couches with scotches on their table, Lem finally spoke.
"So you know a Gentleman's Club?"

"Curtesy of my ever so lenient and gracious father."

Philip's back became rigid.

"No, no don't do that. Let's just please enjoy the luxuries that man sometimes gives."

"Fine." Philip glared at the scotch and quickly downed it. Alex watched him with a sad smile.

Lem followed suit, and soon the alcohol was burning his insides, and a lump of fire seemed to land heavily in his stomach.

"Alcohol is still disgusting."

"That's because you have the tastebuds of a girl."

"I think it's just that my body knows how to preserve itself better, Alex." Lem chuckled.

Philip's cheeks turned pink, and soon all three of them were laughing louder than you're supposed to in a rather quiet setting. Cups began to litter the table, and there was definitely more than a few little puddles of alcohol left on the table.

As the laughter sobered up Alex asked. "Seriously Lem are you okay?"

"Hey! Why are you allowed to ask but not me?" Philip groaned and pulled on Alex's arm. Alex picked up a napkin and wiped at the wine left on Philip's shirt.

"Because you only ask those questions when people are drunk."

"That's stupid." Philip mumbled, but turned to Lem hoping to hear an answer to Alex's question.

"I'm fine. I get it. But I'm still mad."

"You're being too understanding. I think Jack is stupid." Philip leaned back against his chair.