The Friend Deal

Chapter 1 (John)

I woke up from my phone vibrating like 50 times. I unlocked my phone to check who was texting me. The name read Francis Kinloch. I hated that son of a bitch. Ever sense he turned 20 I've hated his guts. He treats all people like shit. He basically thinks its his world and we're all living in it. That selfish son of a bitch one day I'm gonna-

RING

I immediately answered up the phone and regretting it once I heard his voice.

"What do you want Kinloch?" I asked sounding very sleepy because I wss very sleepy.

"So we're not on first name basis anymore,Jack?"

"First of all we haven't seen each other or talked to each other in like 5 years," that's only because right after college I moved straight to New York just to get away from Kinloch's annoying ass, "Second of all don't call me Jack."

"Fine, Laurens you're probably wondering why I texted and called you."

"Yeah, that's why when I answered the phone asked what you wanted."

"Well its because it's a month from your 27th birthday."

"So?" I wa sconfused of what was so special about my birthday.

"Well, lemme refresh your memory when we were 19 we made a deal to get married if we aren't already married."

I gulped and thoght fast,"Um how do you know that I'm not married already..."

"Oh c'mon Laurens...its you, you even said that your hopeless in love."

"Well that was before I met the love of my life."

"Okay...then send me a picture your marriage liscence."

"I can't...I can't because..."

"Because what, Laurens?"

"Because he's my fiance and we're getting married the day before my birthday. Your invited I...geuss.I'll send you the details later, bye" I hung up and exhaled. What the fuck did I just get myself into?

~~~

"What the fuck did you just get yourself into?!" my french friend, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette (but we just call him Lafayette), screamed at me.

"I have no idea! Please help me!" I begged him.

"Sorry mon ami but I already have a partenaire," Lafayette said implying Hercules.

"Why don't you I dunno...not do the deal?" Hercules suggested.

"I promised him and I do not break promises."

"Well you're fucked," Hercules then got up to get a glass of water.

"I have an idea," Lafayette stated.

"What is it?"

"How about you ask cute guys to marry them for your money of course...if they want it for love don't marry them because live at first sight is not real."

"What if he gets married to a rapist or a drug dealer or a murderer?" Herc questioned.

"Those are the chances I'm willing to take," I then got up and walked to the city part of New York also known as New York City, "who looks stupid enough? Who looks stupid enough to marry me?" I mumbled until I suddenly bumped into a slightly shorter guy.