John Laurens X Male Reader

The Lost Chapter

(M/N)

The water hit my cold skin and made satisfying drops on it. I relaxed my muscles, leaning into the liquid flowing from the shower head, but I still couldn't get the way John looked out of my head when I pressed him about the water issue.
damn, now feel like an ass...
I picked up one of the tiny bottles of shampoo and threaded the bubbles through my (hair type) hair. I massaged my scalp for a couple of minutes, trying to ease my thoughts, when there was a knock on the door.

"Yeah"?

I had to yell over the sound of the water, but it still sounded too quiet, but I guess the person on the other side heard me.

"I'm.. Sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to snap at you, can we talk when you get out of there"?

John's voice filled my ears, making me smile. It was strange that he didn't just wait for me to get out, but I guess he's just a man of immediate action.

"Of course! I won't be long"

I finished rinsing my hair, and scrubbing away the gross hotel pool water before stepping out. The entire room was fogged up, and a thick later of condensation covered the mirror. I dressed myself in a pair of blue jeans, (which are a BITCH to get one when you get out of the shower) and a Grey shirt with a cat on it.
Before I left, I drew a smiley face on the mirror, out of habit, and draped the towel over my head.

"Oh wow, you really were quick-"

John rubbed the back of his neck and laughed quietly. Dimples formed on his cheeks, which were the cutest damn thing I'd ever seen, but I shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

"Well yeah, I am a man of my word y'know"

I shot the man a cheeky grin, rubbing the damp towel over my head I a desperate attempt to get the (h/c) mop dry. I sat down on the edge of one of the two beds in the room and turned my attention to the freckled man who stood there, fiddling with his fingers as if his nerves had taken over his sub consciousness.

"So, you wanted to talk to me about how you totally blew up earlier?"

He seemed to snap back and remember what was going on. His tan cheeks dusted pink, and he sat in a chair a few feet away from me with a sigh. He raked his fingers through his hair and was about to say something, when the door flew open.

"And that was the time that I knew you couldn't fit a baguette into a seagull- oh hey guys! You ready for some pizza?"

The three goofs entered the room, and I stood up with a smile.

"I'm always ready for pizza!"

Laf was carrying a few boxes of pizza, so I took one and walked over to the table that was pushed against the wall and opened it. The scent of cheese melted over a perfect crust, with beautiful, crispy, pepperonies layering the top.

"That's the good stuff"

I said mainly to myself as I got about four slices and walked over to a seat. Hercules stood up on one of the chairs and held out his arms.

"Gentleman. This is an important time, and I would like to make a toast, and a request, to this night. We will be telling stories about it for years to come, if we can remember any of it. The last person to stay sober has to clean this mess up so- start drinking!"

And with that, a bottle of rum was tipped to his lips. The remaining three of us half heartedly clapped before filling up red cups with the liquor and mixing it with various sodas. I almost immediately felt the buzz, but I wasn't about to clean up after any of these fools so I guess, bottoms up.

There you go lads and ladettes. It's been a fat minute, and I'm not sure how relevant this chapter is, but I will try not to make the others a year apart lmao. I will try to be better about it, but the reason why it took me so long to update is personal, but let's just say my mind wasn't in the right place. All is good now though, so expect more chapters to come falling in a few times every few weeks. Ciao~

-Tristian