More Like A Memory

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Alex POV

I kinda died a bit on the inside when my dad knocked on John's door.

"I'll go get it," John volunteered.

"No! I'll make the sacrifice," I spoke a bit too dramatically.

"If either of you lovey-dovey dicks answer the door you'll be screwed!" Herc whisper yelled, just as we had been.

"I've got an idea!" I perked up, and went to the door, my friends whisper yelling non-stop.

I opened the door.

"Alexander, what're you doing here? It's late," Dad inquired sternly.

"John is sick, and his friends and I are taking care of him," I lied.

"I'm not sure I believe you. You've been acting out a lot lately,"

"Trust me! I swear I'm not lying!"

"Alright, but if you come home with a hangover you're grounded for a month,"

"Okay okay," I raised my hands in surrender, and closed the door.

"That was a close one!" John wiped his forehead as if he was actually the one doing all the work.

I sighed in relief.

"Yo, I got more beer if that wigged anyone out," Herc chimed in.

We all agreed for more.

About twenty minutes later, we were back to crazy.

Laf and Herc began to make out too, but they were just a bit too passionate about it.

"Yo I'm kicking you out!" John yelled, pushing them out.

"Wait-" Laf screamed before the door slammed in his face.

John sighed, and sat down next to me on the couch.

He put his hands on my waist pulled me closer.

I was about to say something, but I passed out before I could speak.

Oof this is suckiest filler chapter ever