John Laurens X Reader

Chapter 4. Roommates

A.N

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~May

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V

Do I believe in love at first sight? No.
Thats bullcrap. But at that moment when I caught sight of John's eyes at the airport? For a split second. But I barely know him! If I want to love someone, you better know what you're getting into. So from now, I won't say I'm in love (Hércules reference).

I walked into the apartment, and set my bags down. The apartment wasn't too big, nor was it too small. It was cozy. I looked back and saw Hercules, Lafayette, and John heaving my bags up the stairs. "Why-*huff*-doesn't-*huff*- this apartment- have- *inhale* ELEVATORS" John huffed, before falling onto his knees.

I ran over to him, and grabbed my bags. "I-I'm sorry" I stuttered. "Oui, Why does you have so many bags, dear?" Lafayette asked, dropping down the bag.

"BE CAREFUL WITH THAT BAG-" I gasped, running towards the bag and trying to catch it. Thankfully, Hercules grabbed the bag before it smashed onto the ground. I took a deep breath and snatched the bag away from him.

"Whats in there , Cookie?" Hercules asked, Pushing the bags into the apartment. "My Gadgets." I said proudly, patting my bag lightly.

"Alright,-" Hercules said, shoving the last suitcase into the apartment. "-So (Y/N) and John are roommates, Me and Lafayette are in a room and Alex has his own ro-"

"HOLD THE PHONE-" I butted in, Trying to walk past the bags without tripping. "I object." I finally said after hopping over the bags. "Why does Alex, a dude that is more comfortable living with John, gets his own room. While I, a woman that has personal needs that none of you would understand, gets to share a room with a dorky turtle lover, WHO IS A MEMBER OF THE MALE GENDER OF OUR SPECIES" I explained, making very animated hand gestures.

Hercules rolled his eyes. "Would you rather live in solitude? or with little turtle boy that you fancy?"

"I don't fricking fancy no body- and aren't you supposed to be worried about me?" I challenged, but i felt my face heat up. Hercules laughed.

"Be worried about you? That my tough-cookie is sharing rooms with one of my best friends? No biggie" He said shrugging it off.

"YOU JUST WANT LAFAYETTE ALL TO YOURSELF" I called as he walked away. I huffed and turned to Alex. "Alex, can you please let me have your room... please?" I asked of him, putting on my innocent cookie face.

"Well," He said looking out of the window. "Only if you share it with me though" He purred. I felt my face heating up in embarrassment. "Er, No thanks." I huffed.

Alex shrugged, and walked into his OWN room. I looked back and John and suddenly realized.

"I-I mean, its not that i don't like you or anything! I mean, I like you but i don't like-like you, but I am a female and I need my personal space.. Ya know..?" I tried to sugarcoat it, but it looks like I accidentally hurt his feelings. "God, um. I'm sorry about that John."

He just... Smiled!
"Yeah I get it. I grew up with some sisters. Don't worry. But it looks like it's either me or Alex, right?" He asked.

"Erm, well.. I'm going to choose to bunk with you mainly because Alex might try to disrupt my privacy at night or something, You don't seem like the guy to do that." I gave an awkward smile.

Laurens chuckled. "Yeah I'm not the type of guy to do that. At least when I'm sober. When I'm drunk, who knows what could happen to me."  I nodded shyly, and looked around at all of the brightly colored bags.

"Well,looks like I've got to move all these bags into my new room. Um, which room is that?" I asked, Picking up my gadget bag.

"It's the last room of the corridor, and do you want me to help?" He offered.

"Nope" I said Back, Emphasizing on the "p".

"If you insist." He shrugged and walked off.

I sighed and shoved every bag into my room. After I pushed the last bag into the room, I realized how messy it was.

There were video game covers and consoles lying on the floor, and the sheets were on the floor. The curtains were closed even though it was a bright-ass-sunny-day. Different bags of Potato chips and Doritos were scattered on the floor.

I am not a very clean person either, but this is too much.

I sighed and decided to perhaps, clean the room a little. I set my bags into the corner of the room and started clean up.

I'm not very good at folding clothes, so I just kinda rolled the shirts into a ball and shoved them into a basket.

As I continued cleaning, I saw a round glass bowl. Probably the cleanest thing in this room. My curiosity got the best of me and I definitely HAD to look. I slowly crawled towards the bowl. I looked in and saw the most adorkable thing ever.

TURTLES

I squealed at the sight and looked closer at them. There were 3 turtles. I poked the bowl to see if they would move. Nothing.

Probably asleep or something. Then as I looked back at the room. I suddenly realized that there were a lot of turtle themed items. A turtle plushie, Turtle print bag, Turtle print Jacket, A sketch book with a turtle saying "no peeking"on it.
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I took a peek in it.
I mean, I had to! It was like, calling me~~~

The sketch book was filled with doodles, drawings, sketches, and writings, ALL ABOUT GODDAMN FRICKING TURTLES!!

I started to laugh hysterically like the little crazy-Cookie I was. After my insides hurt from laughing to much, I turned around and saw someone standing at the door, with a stupid smirk on their face.

Hercules Mulligan.

"Herc, Don't tell anyone what you saw." I gasped, shutting the sketchbook tight.  Now it was Herc's turn to laugh hysterically.

"(Y/N), you do realize that John was sitting at the top of the bunk bed, right?"

"Wait what-" I turned around at the speed of light and saw John was sitting on top of the bunk-bed, looking down at me, grinning like the little turtle dork he has proven to be.

"O- sh*t." I coughed, and received a light hit on the back to my head. "Cooookieeeee, No swearing."

"But you swear, Ya Little nugget." I replied, standing tall and strong with my chin up high.

"What ever shorty." Herc laughed, walking out of the room to who know where.

I looked back up at John. "Er, hey, um. Sorry about that. I kinda got really curious." I said awkwardly, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Nah, It's fine. But just, don't go around peeking in other peoples stuff." He told me, putting on his headphones and listening to his music.  I got curious again.

"What are ya listening to?" I asked, climbing to the top of the bunk bed.
"This new musical, it's called, Linnamon."
"What's it about?"
"You know one of our founding fathers, Lin-Manuel Miranda?"
"Yep. Secretary of Treasury?"
"Yep. It's about the life of Lin-Manuel Miranda,"
"Can I listen?"
"Sure"

I put of one of the head phones and we both sat there, listening to the fine work of art. By around the fourth song, I dozed off. There was one sentence that kept repeating in the head, even as I was asleep.

They'll tell the story of tonight...

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~May