Laf POV
A/N: due to summer, I won't be writing as much. Sorry I'm trying guys
I grinned from ear to ear until Hercules hung up the phone, and then I fell backwards onto my bed grinning even wider. We'd talked about everything possible, and I hadn't wanted to hang up. It was almost midnight when we did, and I still couldn't fall asleep.
"You finally stopped talking to your boyfriend?"
"What? What boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend!" I said a little too quickly.
John laughed. "sure, whatever you say man."
I blushed. Was it that obvious that I liked him?
Wait WHAT!?
I just said I liked Hercules Mulligan.
I met the guy two days ago and I'm already falling for him. I sigh and lean backwards onto my bed, burying my face into the pillow. I groaned in frustration, and John said, " Picturing your boyfriend in bed with you?"
I threw a pillow at his face.
Hard.
"Casee-toi," (fuck you) i muttered under my breath. I couldn't wait until Hercules and I shared a room.
"Doesn't that mean fuck me?" grinned John. "Talking to your boyfriend again?"
This time, I threw myself at John.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
I may have punched him harder than I intended, because I saw blood. He flew backwards, staring at me with huge eyes.
"John, I'm sorry, John-!"
He fled the room, and I began to panic. What do I do? Is he okay? Please, oh please don't let him be hurt.
I ran. I didn't look back. I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't need to.
I ran straight into Hercules Mulligan.
