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Chapter 5-Alex

     SOMETHING I JUST WANT TO PUT OUT THERE IS THAT I KNOW NOTHING ON POLITICS AND CONGRESS SO MOST OF THAT PART IS PROBABLY WRONG SO PLZ LET YOURSELF WRITE THAT PART OF THIS STORY BECAUSE IM NOT EDUCATED TO WRITE THAT PART AND THE LITTLE I HAVE IS PROBABLY WRONG SO PLZ JUST RE-WRITE IT IN YOUR HEAD
       -THANK YOU

     The first thing I do is check the time, I don't know why I still do this, but I do. It's 4:39 as I expected it to be, I always wake up between 4:30-4:40. It's a normal routine: wake up, leave room quietly, and feed my addiction. I make it to the coffee machine and start it.
     As I wait I think about John, I worry about him. We have been friends since the 9th grade. All the time I've known him and I have never seen him this depressed before. He use to say 'kill me plz' but I think we all have before. Of course we never mean it, but what if he does? Should I be more concerned than what I already am. And what happened to Hercules last night? The coffee is done and I get ready while I drink it.
     I leave the house by 5:00am. It's a cold walk this early but after being in New York for 5 years it feels normal. I still miss the warmth of the Caribbean though.
     As I enter the mayors house the warmth hits me and it feels nice. It's 5:49, early than normal, did I walk faster for a particular reason? I could have, after all Jefferson is here too, but he don't get here until 7:00 so I had no reason to come early, other than I wanted to.
    I get to my desk and work in my essay for Congress and the debate speech for the mayor next week. It's doesn't take long, and before I know it, I have both done and it's not even 7 yet. I get bored so I get more coffee and think about John and Herc again.
    Hercules would never cheat on Laf. So why did he leave, was he that drunk? I doubt it. He would do that if he was with Laf but I could never see him getting THAT drunk without Laf there to do it with him. So was it a drug? I'll ask him about it later. He wouldn't keep things from us in the way John would.
    John was happy last night. For the first time since I told him I didn't feel the same way about him, he smiled, a genuine happy smile. Did he meet someone? He was texting most of last night. COULD he have?
     If he had that would make so much better.I start to pace my office. Even if it's not a lover, just someone to hang out with. He doesn't work like the rest of us so he spends his week days alone and only has the weekends with us. Someone who he could fence with and talk to would definitely help him, and maybe, just maybe, he would move on and not hate Jefferson.
     He would not hate Jefferson.
     I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice that he was watching me pace for about five minutes and the time is 7:10.
     "Hey" he gives me a small have as he says it and the casual smile on his face makes me blush. He's such a Jim, from the office, and I'm such a Pam.