graced || LAMS || ON HOLD

3

;; JOHN's POV ;;

WARNING
homophobia + self-harm
just angst overall.

i yawned as i felt the itchiness of my sweater cause my consciousness to regain, i groan as i regain my memories on how i got here.

i sat up as the aching of my neck and spine started to occur to me due to the slouching when i fell asleep at my desk.

how'd i get here again?

oh.

i got dinner, blah blah blah, got home, did homework (i think?), and fell asleep.

neat

i whined as i raised my arms above my head while i yawned, i observed my surroundings.

well, from what i could feel, my hair was not feeling well because it could feel the knots and tangles in my curls-not only that-papers were scattered everywhere and my laptop is deader than my great grandma.

i wipe the drool from my lips as i stood up, my legs being wobbly due to the fact i just woke up. i walked towards my mattress-but was stopped midway hearing lafayette break into my room.

"JOHN LAURENZ!!" his voice boomed inside of my room making me jump. "what?!" i hummed sounding somewhat annoyed now, not on purpose ofcourse, but also on purpose.

"hercules!! il m'a invité à un rendez-vous!!" he spoke in french, in which i had no idea what he was saying. "what?" i grunt, slightly scrunching up my nose and knotting my eyebrows somewhat together.

"HE. ASKED. ME. OUT. ON. A-" "HE ASKED YOU OUT?!" i interrupted him with a voice of giddiness and with a hint of proudness

"FINALLY!" i undid my sour face and smiled and opened my arms out for a hug. "what do you mean finally?" laf hummed as he hugged me for a second and back up with both hand on my shoulders.

"you have no idea how painful it was to watch you guys not be together." i chuckle softly "you're just jealous i can pull guys." laf said in a sassy tone through his rough accent.

"I AM NOT GAY!" my face drops, blush crept into my face as laf gave a doubting look "jojo, you've only kissed 1 girl." laf grumbled, his sassiness still complied with his rough accent.

"but-i-um- i just havent found the right woman yet!" i excused, how'd this go from laf getting asked out to me being 'gay'

WHICH IM NOT.

"you kissed exactly 8 different boys ever since i met you." laf continued to grumble, trying to 'convince' me. "remember calvin?"

"so?! i did it with socks on!" i insisted as i shook his hands off my shoulders. "was he wearing socks?" laf hummed.

no. we were in the pool.

"yea." i lied with a horrible defensive tone that gave off i was lying. "mhhmm.." laf nodded slowly becore placing his hand on his hips and cocked his head to the side.

"i hate you." i grumbled before shoving him out of my room "go have your date with herc." i mumbled, fighting away the blushing and mumbling mess my brain tried to convince me to be.