Too Many Drinks | Lams

Chapter 4

John sipped as coffee, looking at the lonely cup beside him beginning to cool down, as its owner, Alexander, continued to scratch down his thoughts into the journal. No one had ever laid their eyes inside one. There were at least five that were finished and tucked away in the compartment under Alexander's bed. No one dared to go through his things, he was violent when it came to his past life, no one was let in. No one knew much of his origins or family, and that's the way he liked it. There were many rumors, his father died in a car crash along side his mother, he was from a rich family and to avoid unwanted attention he came in under a secret name. No one knew which one was true, if any were even true. It was one of the biggest mysteries between the kids at the college. Where did the scholar come from, and how in the world was he so smart. John had never met someone who wrote the way Alexander did, with such passion, such delicacy at some times but with brining rage at others. The man was full of moods and expressed them all in his writing, after knowing Alexander for a year John had become familiar with almost all the ways Alex held his pen, and the faces he made while writing, John could now decipher whether he was mad, sad, frustrated, in depth in his work, struggling, happy, or many more emotions. It was insane watching that mans mind work like the inside of a clock, ticking away the time with each word he wrote. He never seemed to stop, which slightly saddened John during the day, after all Alex was his best friend, and lacking time with him, well he hurt his heart a little, but he smiled for Alex, for how happy he was while writing usually.

John finally snapped out of his thoughts, "Alex you're coffee is getting cold!" He shouted.

"John, I'm right here," Alex spoke sipping at his coffee sitting on the stool, "You were completely zoned man, what were you thinking about?"

"Oh, I-I was-s, um, what was I thinking about?" John didn't want to lie to Alex but he wasn't going to say 'oh I was thinking about you writing and how much I like seeing you happy,' because if Alex hadn't already figured out John was gay, that would be the way, and he was no where near ready for Alexander to know.

  Alexander chuckled lightly, "My dearest Laurens," he joked, "would you do the honors of accompanying me to tacos?"

  "I gladly accept," John played. It was normal for the two boys to joke like this pretending to fancy, or reality tv stars, or anything they could really think of. It was nice, a small break from the world. "I'll race you," John laughed dropping his empty coffee in the trash, grabbing his keys and sprinting out the door and down the hall. Alex threw his coffee down slamming the door as he chased John down the hall, then the stairs listening as John taunted, "you aren't gonna catch me!"

  Alex made it to the bottom of the stairs doubling over, needing air, there sat John in front of him, a wide grin on his face and the car keys dangling from his finger tips, "Come on, stop being a slow as a turtle, let's go get those fricking tacos."

"Fricking, seriously John? Are you a kid?" Alex stood up straight.

  "A kid that drives a car, the ladies love me," he joked throwing his hair dramatically over his shoulder.

  "You are going to get us killed," Alexander spoke shaking his head.