Rewritten Histories

So listen to my declaration

So, lesson three; it's always a bad idea to drink when 80% people in the room are gay and also really bad at realizing when enough is enough.  We sit in a circle on the floor, John and I about halfway through a bottle of Tequila and Pineapple Schnapps, Laff has a wine glass full of red wine (cause rose is for pussies), Jefferson is steadily drinking  Red White and Berry vodka, and Hercules just has a whole-ass bottle of Fireball.

And then, Lafayette suggests we play spin the bottle/ truth or dare. He eagerly goes first, sticking his tongue out the corner of his lips as the bottle does a few spins and slows to a point on Hercules. Laff IMMEDIATELY perks up, his eyes gleaming with excitement. 

"Putain, oui!! embrasse moi, Hercules!" He almost tackles Hercules in excitement, Hercules gathers  Laff in his arms and their lips lock together passionately. We all expected it to end there, but when Laff and Herc start making out and Hercules hands go up Laff's shirt, we turn away from them and Thomas starts yelling for them to get a room. Surprisingly, they take this demand literally, as the two of them get up and leave the room. I don't have the heart to tell them to NOT have sex in my dads room. 

So now its just Thomas, John and I and the tension is thick as fuck bro. John, the beautiful angel that he is, moves to spin the bottle again. I bite my lip as the bottle spins and spins, still it wobbly lands on me. Oh shit bro, I wanted it to land on me but now that shits happening... fuck.

"We don't gotta, if you don't wanna." I speak without thinking, but John doesn't hesitate.His hand gently caresses my face, and he closes the gap and our lips finally connect. I close my eyes and lean into it. I wasn't expecting  for something so deep and carnal, I thought it would just be a kiss. But one of his hands tracks up to my hair, and when we break the kiss the. only sound in the room is our joined breaths. I look up at him, and when our eyes meet, I know he was feeling the exact same way. I almost go in for more, till I remember that Thomas is here and that I'm in a relationship with a girl that I love dearly. 

So I pull back and John follows my suit. 

I don't like thinking about my feelings, so I take a long swig of the booze before speaking again. The tension and feelings in that kiss are a problem for future Alexander. 

Thomas takes his queue, and spins the bottle. I watch as it barely spins once and lands on me once more. I make eye contact with Thomas, and he smirks widely. It's then that I notice his bottle lay empty on the floor. 

"Truth orrrrrr dare?" He's slurring his words, his cheeks rosy.  I squint at him. 

"Dare." I ain't a coward Thomas Bitcher-son. 

"Sept minutes au paradis, avec moi." My blood goes cold, John is clearly confused but my brain can't clearly translate right now. But I understand what he said. 

I ain't a bitch, Jefferson. I get up, and plant myself within my closet, with Jefferson swiftly following me. Now it's me, him, and my shrine to Doctor Phil. I stare into his eyes, D.Phil.'s not Jefferson's, and I can almost hear him tell me to stop being such a bisexual idiot. I imagine making love to me, calling me a bad bad boy like I am. God D.Phil.'s shmeat absolutely DESTROYING my ass- 

My thought is interrupted by Thomas placing his hand on mine. AW SHIT, lets hope I don't have a boner....yeah, we're Gucci- thank god. HAMILTON FOCUS. I snap in the situation, and notice that he's slowly been leaning into me.

"Hamilton, why'd you go and kiss John like that? I thought you were with 'Liza" His breath reeks of alcohol, and he's slurring his words really bad. 

"I am, but 's different, John isn't .gay." My brain can't focus on what's happening, I'm disassociating as the liquor takes over my mind. 

"You say that, but you were into that kiss."

The comment shuts me up, I try to think back to it but everything is a  blur.

"All I'm sayin', is that if you can kiss John- you could kiss me." He looks me in the  eye for the first time since we entered the closet. 

"MMMMMMMM bean time." My brain, in a brilliant moment of absolute stupidity; says that, and I produce a handful of warm baked beans from my pocket. Jefferson looks at me like I'm crazy before producing, not one but TWO afro forks. And there we are, two guys in a closet eating pocket beans. After running out of beans things are quiet again.

"You never reacted to what I said Alexander." He says and it hits me again.

My mind is numb, my eyes aren't seeing things right. 

But I can't deny, I don't say no and he takes my silence as acceptance. 

He kisses me, and my mind replays my kiss with John- with Eliza. 

Then the closet swings open to reveal Laff, "Woah brother! Getting busy eyyy?"

When He pulls back, I feel nothing but the mind numbing echo of regret. He separates himself from me, and I allow my brain to be taken over by the alcohol. He's talking, or at least he says something but I can't focus. 

They talk, I wipe the bean pre-cum off my hand and get out of the closet. I make eye contact with John and see tears in his eyes, I try to speak but he's gone before I can say anything. 

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Authors note, I bassed this WHOLE chapter on this(forgive me if it's sloppy); 

the play spin the bottle and hamingslam kisses john with no hesitationeand then hamilton suggests 7 minutes in heaven being absolutely faced. Laff on wine (because rose is forpussies) John and hamilton are sharing tequilla andpinapple schappes, drinking from the same , bottes. Jefferson has a whole body of vodka to himself (red white bue). Hamilton spins making eye cotact with John hoping for the love of god its him. Then... it lands on jefferson. So theyrein the closet right? and then jefferson is like "so what now" and hamilton is like "mmmmm bean time" and then pulls out a handful of warm bushes pork and baked beans, and jefferson pulls out a fork from his hair. Together they share thebeans. Laf open door ,ham kiss jeff, both COVERED in beans. John mad, ham explains.