Lams Fluff [In Progress]

Work - Alex P.O.V

Alexander woke up to the horrible, want-to-beat-the-schist-out-of annoying alarm clock sound. Sweet Jesus. Is it that early? He blearily thought as he smacked the top of the clock. I could just kill that thing. 

"But, as they say, the show must go on.." He muttered to himself as he got ready for the day. Laptop? Check. Phone? Check. Assorted papers and pencils? Double check. "Alright, ready- schist! Hair... and shoes." Alex exclaimed. Finally ready, he walked to his Creative Writing class.

As he walked in, the teacher had already started to lecture the meager assortment of students there. Sitting in the third row, he opened his laptop and began writing. And writing. 

 "MISTER Hamilton!" Those words brought Alex out of his reverie and he snapped his eyes up to the teacher and the blank board behind her. Wait.. blank? "I would so advise you to actually pay attention to this class instead of using it for a free period! The class is over." Alex looked around at the empty room. Wow. Clearing his throat, he said, "yes, sorry ma'am, won't happen again and scurried out of the room, papers trailing behind him.    

At his free period he met up with his friend, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, or as he liked to call him, Laf. Much easier. 

"Hey, what's up, mon amie?"Laf said with a huge grin on his face. Always the chipper one.

"Not much. I got in trouble in Creative Writing...." as Alex trailed off, laf's face looked in utter shock. "You?  Got in trouble? In your most favorite-of-all-time class? What'd you do?"

"Creatively wrote" Alex replied, bringing laughter to his friend. "Listen, Alex..." Laf said, "nah. Nah. never mind." Laf looked flummoxed, and, as would anyone else, now Alex really, really wanted to now what Lafayette was going to say. 
"What? What is it?" Alex said, "What were you going to tell mee?" Laf huffed. "Now, Alex, I shouldn't, because you'd get mad, and just tell me again that 'I'm annoying bla bla bla better to have your nose in a book that someone else's business, etcetra'" 

"No, i won't I promise." alex huffed. Laf rolled his eyes. Such a drama queen.

"We-elll, me and Mulligan are getting together tonight, and as he's never met you, I want you to come because he's got a friend an-" 

"Nope. Not going to happen. Not today, Laf. I'm not going to let you put me in a blind date again." Alex replied, cutting off his friend. "Again? When have I EVER set you up before?" Laf cried indignantly. Alex gave him a powerful side-eye. "Have you FORGOTTEN Cross Eyed Bobby?!" Laf flinched, "He wasn't that bad." 

"Oh, really. Because people normally wear one rollerblade and one clog on a date" Hamilton snorted, and before he knew it, he and Laf were in peals of laughter.

"Look, dude, It's not a blind date. I'm not even trying to set you up. I just want to get to know Mulligan's friend, so he can know you. That way I won't think he's cheating on me or anything." Laf said. 

"Fine"Alex sighed, "I just want you to know that you're keeping me from private time with Macbeth tonight."