Library job - lams modern au

Chapter 4

The last chapter *cough* whole book *cough* sucked. I'll try to make this better.

This is sorta told from Alex's point of view but like not first person so even though we all know it's John it's gonna say the man.
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Alex woke up in an unfamiliar bed with turtle sheets. The early morning light seeped through the curtains shining a spot of light directly where a turtle cage sat. Drawings of turtles were framed and hung up around the walls.

A man, in turtle pajamas of course, slept next to him. The man looked somewhat familiar but Alex couldn't quite place where he had seen the face before. Freckles covered the mans face like snow and his long hair was tied back into a elegant pony tail. He looked to peaceful when he slept and Alex didn't want to wake him up.

The man turned over and grabbed about half the blankets on the bed. "Turtles." He whispered, smiled, and fell back asleep.

This man really liked turtles.

Alex got out of the bed and threw the remaining blankets on top of the mystery man. He walked into a bathroom that was connected to the bedroom and guess what he found.

More turtles.

There was a cute little turtle mug with toothbrush and toothpaste. A turtle towel hung from the door and the shower curtain had little turtles all over it.

Alex honestly didn't know what to think. It was obvious the man loved turtles, and that was nice, and all, but who the fuck was the man. Alex wakes up in a strange house with a turtle obsessed man so doing what any normal person in this situation would do, that is if normal people get into this situation:

He ate the pet turtle.

Just kidding. The last time Alex had eaten was probably 1 day ago so he walked into the kitchen to get a snack and found more turtle objects. Of course. Alex figured the man wouldn't wake up for a while so he grabbed some cheese out of the fridge.

Alex ate in silence. Well how else was he supposed to eat. Do normal people scream while eating? It would wake up the strange man anyway. If he was alone then perhaps. Screaming was fun after all.

After about 5 minutes of chewing on the cheese Alex heard noises coming from the bedroom.

"Good boy Turtleg. That's it. Eat the lettuce. Damnit Turtleg I told you to eat the lettuce. I'm too tired to deal with your shit. Cmon Turtleg. Really Turtleg? Did you have to poop on my hand? Whatever I love you anyway."

Then Alex heard even more (stranger) noises coming from the bedroom. He walked down the hall and ate the remains of the cheese. Did he just eat a pound of cheese? Oh well.

"Um.. why are you making out with a turtle?" Alex asked and the man froze. 

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?" The man turned around and walked over to Alex. Now that the man was out of the bed Alex noticed the man was about 7 inches taller than him.

"Please don't kill me but I don't exactly know you the fuck you are either. I just woke up here and ate some of your cheese. Well more like all your cheese but that's not..."

The man cut him off, "Wait wait I know you. You're.. you're... wait who are you?"

"Um I'm Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton." Alex stuck his hand out to shake and the man ignored it (that rude fuck)

"Hold up hold up. You're that guy I helped with the jacket. I remember you. Wait so I clean your jacket and you just stay over at our house. Like hate to break it to you but thats not how the world works mate." The man shook his head and looked disappointed.

"Oh so your names John then, right?" Alex sort of remembered the incident. Someone had spilled coffee on him in the library and then offered to clean him up. Alex hadn't thought about it from then on at all. It was just something nice that happened. What did you expect him to do? Fall in love? 

"But wasn't that 5 days ago? Why am I in your house now? I didn't stay after you cleaned the jacket." Alex was puzzled. What had happened last night? 

"Mon amie! You awake?" A French looking dude climbed up the stairs. Wait this apartment had 2 floors?  "And who might you be?" He asked Alex. 

"Uh.. I'm Alexander Hamilton? Aren't you Lafayette or something? I remember you from when I cleaned my coat." 

"I remember you! You are John's friend, are you not?" Lafayette winked. 

"Um friend? What? Could someone please tell me whats going on!? I wake up in some strange turtle mans house who happens to be the same person who cleaned my coat a couple days ago! Please what happened?" Alex screamed. 

"Woah there buddy. No need to get feisty." John patted Alex's head which Alex hated but didn't do anything about. He just crossed his arms and huffed. "Tell me too. I'm slightly confused as well. Not slightly. A lot." 

"I don't know, how you say, the whole picture? But we went to a bar last night and you saw Alex and then we came house. Wait isn't that home? Whatsnever you get the dot." Lafayette said. 

"Oh god someone please tell me Johnny boy didn't get drunk." Yet ANOTHER man climbed up the stairs. "Believe me, we have a whole collection of people downstairs that John's brought home when he's drunk." The man chuckled. 

"Didn't we all get drunk? You were all over Laf. That I remember." John said. 

"Ok so can I leave now.... Or...." Alex started to make his way to the door but not before stopping in the kitchen to grab another couple pounds of cheese. 

"Wait!" John grabbed his arm. "Um stay and at least eat breakfast with us. Laf is great at making pancakes." 

Why the fuck not. I already woke up in his house. "Um ok I guess? I already ate a ton of cheese though so..." Alex followed the other three men into the kitchen.

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THIS BOOK SUCKS LIKE WHAT STOP READING

I have no idea what this chapter even was and theres like no plot

should I continue

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