Incoherent. (Lams)

Chapter Twenty Five

Happy Pride Month!! 🏳️‍🌈

John Pov
"Yo!" Alex called.

"Is it safe over there?" Washington asked.

Alex put a thumbs up and Angie said, "Yup."

"Do you think I can do a cartwheel?" Alex asked.

"Well you can do a backflip so I think you probably can...oh wait shit I dunno. Do you think you can do a one handed cartwheel?" I asked.

"Yaasss bitch." He said softly, more to himself than me.

I chuckled.

"Alright. Here we go." He said, stopping.

Then he did a cartwheel.
I mean, it wasn't perfect but it was...above average?
Yeah.

"Congrats." Herc said, hitting his back.

Alex smiled and hopped along side me.

"...do you think I can do a cartwheel?"

I asked after a moment. "I dunno. Can you do a backflip?" He asked.

"That's a whole different level of difficulty. No, I can't do a backflip." I told him.

He shrugged, "You could try."

Alright.
Holy shit I did a cartwheel.

"Wow. Two grown ass men doing cartwheels." Angie muttered, walking past us.

"I'm 22!" I exclaimed. "Oh wait shit I am a grown up." I realized.

"I'm 19! I'm a half grown up! But I can legally drink though." He said.

"What? No you can't." Angie replied.

"Wha? Oh right. Never mind. Who cares though? There's no one to tell us off for breaking the law." He said.

"True." I muttered.

"Whatcha talkin' bout?" Martha asked.

"Drinking." Alex replied.
"Why?"

"Because...Wait. I don't know."
"Loser."
"Thats not nice."
"I know."

Martha skipped off.

"My sisters a savage." I said, nudging Alex.

"Meanie." He muttered.

"Alex you are a grown ass adult." I told him.

"So that's how we got on the conversation of drinking!" He exclaimed.

"God, you'll be the death of me." Angie mumbled, rubbing her head.

"If I died you'd be sad and you know it." Alex replied, punching her arm.

"No I wouldn't."
"Yes you would."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Ye-"

"As much as I love your conversation, I think it should stop here." I said.

"But it was such a great conversation that was totally moving the story forward!" Alex exclaimed.

"Story?" Angie asked.

"Alex!" I hissed.

"Sorry...I meant...sneeze. It's totally moving my...sneeze forward." Alex said.

Angie stared at him for about five minutes in silence before saying, "Have you been taking your pills?"

"That's not what my pills are for." Alex said rolling his eyes.

"We need to take this man to a mental institution." She muttered walking away to talk to her sisters.

"So...what's shaking?" He asked.

"Who says 'what's shaking' anymore?" I asked him.

"I do. What's shaking?" He repeated.

I scoffed and kissed his forehead.

"John!" He whined.
"Whaaat?"

He glared at me.

"Oh hush. You know you like it." I told him.

"I do not!" He protested.

"...yeah you do." I whispered, just to tick him off.

"...well maybe..." He muttered.
"HA!"