«Our Shot» [Lams]

[L is for Laurens]

Yo, I might get a turtle. I'll name it Susan John Calo, The First.
-Admin

//John\\

I watched as Alexander ran Godspeed down the hallway. Jesus Christ, that kid is fast. I pulled my sweatshirt sleeves over my hands and began walking to my dorm room.

It was beautiful outside, the sunset was a triple set of colors. Red, blue and yellow. There were no clouds to be seen in the sky, and everyone seemed to be in such a happy mood. The trees would sway in a mesmerizing manner, and I could see every detail the leaves held. I loved today.

Sad to say, before I knew it, I had arrived at my dorm room. Which I shared with Hercules Mulligan.

I walked towards my door and pulled out my keys. "I'm home!" I yelled, I'm surprised I didn't walk in on him doing something weird, like the time I walked in on him singing karaoke while standing on one of my turtle's tanks. I was mad that day. Instead, I saw Hercules sitting on the couch holding a turtle in his hands. Not just any turtle, my turtle.

"What are you doing with Susan?" I asked, pretty worried. I can't trust Hercules with my turtles. He always ends up killing them somehow.

"Just watchin' some dramatic soap opera. Maria just figured out Jose was cheating on her, and now she is planning to kill him." He answered.

"Yeah, well, put Susan down. You're gonna provoke him with your loud, obnoxious sobbing." I slowly walked to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room in an awkward and cramped kind of way. Hercules shook his head and looked at me like I was crazy, "I don't cry during these shows!" He semi-yelled, "I just... sweat outta my eyes, okay?" He rolled his eyes and looked back at the screen. "I feel bad for Susan right now." I opened the fridge and looked in it, empty.

"Hey, Herc, have you went grocery shopping yet?" I asked. He hummed and shook his head.

"Well, what do you expect us to eat?" I glared at him.

"I thought you went shopping." He bluntly stated, eyes still glued on the screen.

I sighed in annoyance and looked over at a bunch of tanks near the couch, all of them filled with my turtles. All twenty-seven of them. I loved my turtles with all my heart, they were my children.

All of a sudden, my phone vibrated in my jeans pocket. It was a message from Lafayette. It read, "BaguetteBoy sent you a message!" I opened the text, it was like, half a paragraph. Geez, Marquis...

"Bonjour, Papa John," I hated when he called me that, just because I work at a pizza place doesn't mean he has the right to call me that, "We all haven't seen each other in a while! We should all arrange a meeting at the park. Near the coffee shop! Everyone agreed on it already. I also have someone I would like you to meet. He may be a bit rough around the edges, but he is a real nice person once you get to know him! If you agree, just meet us all at the lake tomorrow at six. À bientot mon ami!" The text ended there.

I would love to meet everyone again! It's been so long since I've seen the Schuyler sisters and Laf. I can't wait. I responded with a quick, "Hell yes!" text and turned to Hercules.

"The squad is back together." I said.

"Hell yes!" He cheered, almost dropping Susan.