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John POV

"John! I came as soon as I heard!" Alexander yelled, barging into my apartment.

"Hehe, sup Lex," I giggled.

His smile dropped.

"John! I said I don't like being around you when you're high!" He groaned, walking out.

Before he could leave, however, I grabbed his arm and scooped him up into my arms.

"John! Let me go~~!" He smiled a bit, obviously enjoying the fact that I was holding him.

I closed the door and sat down on my couch with him still in my arms.

Despite him begging to be let go a few seconds ago, he nuzzled his head into my chest lovingly.

"ITS HERCULES MULLIGAN!!!!" Herc suddenly kicked my door open.

"And everyone's favorite fighting Frenchman~" Laf followed closely behind him

"My name is Alexander Hamilton!" Alex perked up.

"I'm John Laurens in the place to be!" I grinned.

"That gay trio!" We all yelled in unison.

"And you guys look especially gay," Laf observed, closing the door and sitting on the couch with us, along with Herc.

"W-We're together..." I mumbled.

"Oh, same!" Herc exclaimed.

"What?" Alex and I inquired.

"We started dating a few weeks ago..." The French man answered.

"Well, how about we celebrate, with alcohol?" I suggested.

"John," Alex groaned.

"Just stay the night at my place, we can explain that we just had a sleepover and forget to tell him," I said.

"Who?" Herc was obviously confused.

"Alexander's dad, mon amour," Laf answered for us.

"Well then yeah! We can just use that excuse!" Herc agreed, grabbing a few bottles from his backpack.

"How'd you know to bring beer?" I asked.

"I have my ways~" Herc had a smug look on his face.

We all rolled our eyes.

Before I knew it, Laf and Herc were singing Disney songs and Alex and I were making out.

"PART OF YOUR WORRLLLDDD~~~" Laf and Herc failed at harmonizing.

I sat up, entirely done with the two. I was about to turn off the TV when-

"John~~ please stay~" Alex begged.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes playfully.

We made our for a solid two more minutes before a knock on the door scared the living shit out of everyone.

"Alexander, are you here?"

Mr.Washington

SHIT

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