You make me sick

Hair (12)

Picture that has nothing to do with the plot. AGAIN.

Jefferson

Get to the car, get to the car, get to the car, and when you get there, don't look back. Get some macaroni on the way home and make Alexander sleep on the couch. Make macaroni. Sleep on the couch. Macaroni on the couch. Noodling on the couch. EW, JEFFERSON, NO!

I'm about to reach for the door handle on my car when someone grabs my arm, turning me around to face them.

"L- Laf?" He grabs my shoulders, pressing my back to the car so I step down a curb and he can look me in the eyes.

"Mon dieu, Alex is an idiot. He had no right to say that and to be so ungrateful after all you did for him, alright?" I nod slowly, when Hercules Mulligan grabs Laf by the shoulder, coming around to face me.

"Hey." I pull up a hand to wave dismissively, and he starts talking. "Look, I have no idea what happened or what that was about, but I know Alex used to hate you, although considering what you said, he was being an asshat. Which he usually is." He shrugs, pursing his lips together. "He just never really takes the time to consider other people's feelings, he spends too much time on things like his GPA. I'm just saying, if all you said was true, then he's too blind to see that he doesn't deserve you." I sniff and nod, just as Peggy runs up from behind, panting.

"Hey guys!" She attempts a smile, then bends over and pants, grasping at her stomach.

"Lemme guess, you have some motivational words for me too?" I roll my eyes as she shakes her head and straightens up, breathing heavily.

"Nah, I just wanted to say that I slapped him for you." Laf breaks out into a grin and offers her a high five, which she gladly takes. "I felt like a sassy Angelica." We all burst out laughing, and Hercules blushes, sticking his hand in his pockets and revealing a smile that breaks my heart, it looks so much like James'.

"Must feel nice, she seems to like doing it a lot. To me especially." I raise an eyebrow, looking over to him.

"Why?" He shrugs, grinning.

"It's not my fault I'm overly confident when I'm drunk." Laf rolls his eyes, snorting.

"You're overly confident anyways." Hercules pretends not to hear this, and continues talking to me.

"SO, Jefferson. I'm used to calling you Jeffershit, but it seems like I should be on your side in this. Wanna tell me what happened?" I smile and nod, motioning towards the car.

"You all could use a little history lesson, but mostly Ja-" I shake my head, and Laf gently places a hand on my arm. "Hercules. Wanna go get something to eat?" They all nod, and that's how we end up deserting Alex at the hospital without a ride home, singing the lyrics to Let It Go at the top of our lungs, because we're mature.

And then I end up bawling my eyes out in the crowded booth of the Raise a Glass diner before I even get to explain anything.

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Angelica

Am I in love with Alexander? Hell no.

Was I in love with Alexander? Yes.

Am I still in love with Alexander? We already asked this. Answer the question! Yes. Wait, what, no!

These are the questions I run through my head over and over again at night, staring at the ceiling fan and holding my phone close to my chest in desperation, hoping for anyone to call at one in the morning.