In honor of me getting sick last weekend, I wrote a fic for you guys! It's entirely in texts between Alex and John. (and I gave it this title for the pure irony that they never actually see each other rather than text support) -C
8:28 AM
Alex: I can't believe you left me alone. Sick. With chicken pox. In the dorms.
John: Actually, no, Herc will be over in like 5 mins. and i do have classes...I have to take notes for you. Remember?
Alex: Ohhhhh yeah. Can't we just make Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy do it?
John: How sick are you that you are going to whine about this all day?
Alex: Really really really sixk. i didn't get you sick did i?
John: Your grammar just went downhill. And no. Not yet. Only people who have already had the bug are Herc, Pegs, Maria, and Aaron. They're your caretakers since their schedules just worked out like that.
John: Alex?
John: you suddenly stopped responding
Alex: HI THIS IS HERCULES. BECAUSE I HAVE NO DESIRE TO BABYSIT THE 'GROWN' MAN (CAN YOU CALL SHORT PEOPLE GROWN?!?!) I JUST TAPED MITTENS ON HIS HANDS.
John: You just...Taped mittens on his hands...? To what? Keep him from scratching his face off
Alex: No I am just not babysitting him. He'll struggle doing anything if he can't grab his keyboard. Or anything. And he can't untape the mittens with the mittens on. It's a full-proof plan. Perf
John: Holy crap you're a genius
Alex: I know. Now, we're going to watch some reality show so we can insult the people on it for being fake.
John: ...
John: that is weirdly specific. got any shows in mind?
Alex: literally show that you recorded would fit the mold
John: Did you just insult my show taste?
Alex: Yes. You have crappy taste in TV.
Alex: Go to class, John.
John: Fiiiiiine. It's not interesting without Alex. Tell him I love him.
Alex: Tell Laf we have 'plans' later ;))))
John: Bleaching my mind
Alex: But tell him.
10:40 AM
Alex: FINALLY THE TAPES HAVE GONE OFF MY HANDS! I REFUSE TO DEAL WITH THIS ANY LONGER.
Alex: But watching Dance Moms for the last two hours was worth it
Alex: Except Hercules would go way into the costumes. Be like: the sequins aren't cool enough for this number. the headpieces are way off.
Alex: I'm guessing you're in class
Alex: Ewww, look at how Hercules texted you. He's gross. Please don't let him babysit me again
Alex: NOT that I need babysitting
Alex: Hercules didn't really babysit me...Wait who's his replacement? Should I be concerned? Is it no more Dance Moms...?
Alex: crap
Alex: Maria is here now
11:40 AM
John: Have you survived your hour with Maria yet?
