Escape- A Mullaurette Fanfiction

"...perfect day for a picnic!"

A/N: Thanks to those who voted! Get ready for some Hercules.

TW: self harm

*not edited*

John's POV

The next day started normally.

Normally as in happy for a second.

Normally as in believing everyone likes you.

Normally as in everything is perfect.

No one hates you.

And then it came rushing back and you realize how much you hate yourself and how much energy you use to pretend to be happy and to put a fake smile on your face.

The day started normally.

As normal as it used to be before Alexander Hamilton happened.

That bastard.

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"JOHN!" Hercules' voice yelled through John's cellphone. The big teddy bear of a man was very loud at times.

John held the phone away from his ear before putting it back. "What?"

"I have an idea!"

John could tell that his friend was smiling on the other end.

It was the weekend, and John and Hercules often spent time together on the weekends since Lafayette was usually busy.

Along with being a florist, he also wanted to be a model.

John thought he was hot. He'd make a fantastic model.

"Ok.... what is it?" John asked, realizing his mind had started to wander to the Frenchman, who's ass he had stared at a few too many times.

"Today is the perfect day for a picnic!" Hercules replied. "We can get some treats from The Bakery too."

He smiled a little. He had to admit, that sounded like a good idea. A nice relaxing picnic might help feel better.

John usually spent the day pretending to be happy, but his nights after work had been draining, especially since he couldn't do something about his hatred for himself in the usual way. His little blade was missing from the bathroom.

Instead, he'd stay awake yelling at himself mentally for annoying his friends, and listening to the voices that told him how ugly he was and how he deserved this.

His smile was missing today.

"Ok. We can do that," John said. "Meet up at the park? I can bring a blanket."

"And I'll bring the food!"

Hercules lived in his tailor shop on the floot above it. It made things cheaper. It also allowed him to walk to the bakery for snacks whenever he was craving something sweet.

"Sounds good. 11 o' clock?"

"Yeah. Don't be late!" He hung up.

He wouldn't be. He hated being late.

Gathering a nice, but old, blanket as well as extra plates and utensils, he decided to change into something a little nicer.

He always wanted to look nice for his friends.

Going to his room, he started to change, pausing in front of his mirror.

Too many freckles.

I like my freckles! He frowned.

Ugly curls. Ugly smile.

E-everyone conpliments my curls and smile!