«Our Shot» [Lams]

[Dude, Really?]

Aha, no picture for this one.
I'm saving some good ones but uh, yeah enjoy this? I guess...
~Admin/TrashKing

//Alexander\\

He got fired. In less than an hour. For his first week of work. That's amazingly stupid and cringe-worthy. I just stared at him, apparently looking at him with death written all over my face because he looked petrified.

"Listen, it was not my fault, Monsieur. My boss was a complete jerk." He told me, putting his hands up in defense. He took a step back and made the floor squeak. "You promised you would not get fired!" I yelled. I took these things a bit too seriously, but who could blame me?

"You promised to chip in on the college funds, Laf! Kings is serious about getting money, this place isn't cheap!" I stomped my foot on the ground.

"I tried to hold back the curse words, but apparently this man new a little more French then I had expected..." Lafayette chuckled softly and shrugged. All I could think was that this wasn't a time for laughing.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"You cursed out your boss?" I asked. He nodded slowly.

"Do not talk, Alexander." He looked at me, crossing his arms. "You told Washington to, 'Kiss My Ever-loving Ass' once, if I am correct?" He placed a finger on his chin in a sarcastic thinking motion. I glared at him.

"You are such a cocky piece of..." I was cut off with Laf humming and shaking his head in disappointment.

"Watch your mouth, mon ami." He placed a hand on his hips. I rolled my eyes.

"Until you get another job, you are definitely going to class now. You have no excuse, Marquis." I scowled.

Lafayette sighed a little. He hated when I called him by any names other than Lafayette, but I did it when he wouldn't listen to me. It seemed to work easier than saying 'Laf' or 'Baguette'.

"But Alex..." He whined, slouching over like a little kid.

"No. You are going to class from now on. At least do something productive." I sort of sounded like a mother disciplining her kid, but whatever. Laf could act like a baby at times.

"Fine!" He gave up. He looked to the side, giving a sassy-gay-friend vibe and tone that he always gave me.

"Good," I patted his arm, "Now come in, people are staring." I looked behind Laf to see a bunch of college kids staring at us and giving us weird glances. I glared at them all and Marquis walked inside.

He instinctively walked over to the cabinet where he kept his cereal.

"Alexander." He called out to me with his heavy French accent.

"Yes?" I answered, trotting over to the living room and sitting on the couch. I opened my laptop purposely not looking at Lafayette.

"You ate my cereal, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Laf and Alex are roommate goals.
You can't lie.
Bye now.