Yorktown (lams summer camp au)

Chapter 18 (the Washingtons)

HERC'S POV

By the time I got back John was still in the cabin, sitting on his bed. That son of a bitch.

Luckily it appears that none of the others had got back yet, so I could speak freely without worrying about being overheard.

"Laurens, you better leave yourself or I'll just throw you out." I growl, done with his shit.

"Look, Herc, I know what I did was wrong, but you have to understand! It was a heat of the moment thing, it wasn't what it looked like!".

"Bullshit."

"I... I know it looked... terrible, but I promise, it wasn't intentional."

"Hurry up, pack yours bags, get out."

(WHAT AM I DOING THIS IS NOT WHAT I PLANNED.)

"I'm sure Washington would love to know about you and Francis, about how you cheated on his SON." I say, knowing this would ignite something in him.

Johns face falls, he clearly hasn't thought of that.

"Oh and Martha. When she hears about you using the Tom cat, wow. Good luck." I continue.

John grabs his bag and runs for the door.
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Everyone has come back to the cabins now, and seeing Alex look so happy when asking for John breaks my heart.

"Hey, guys, I'm going to speak to George and Martha about... the ducks. Yeah. There's... more ducks than yesterday." I say, hoping they once again believe my lie about the ducks.

(Get used to hearing about the ducks. I think they'll become quite a common feature of this story.)

"Erm... Okay. If you see John tell him to come here!" Alex shouts cheerily. Damn, poor kid doesn't know what's coming.

I exit the cabin and walk down to the Washington's, on the way preparing myself and what I'm gonna say.

I knock on the door and it swings open a few seconds later to reveal Martha in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. What an icon.

"Oh, hey sweetie, what's up?" She asks in a motherly tone.

"Could I talk to you and George about something? It's important." I say, trying to mask the nervousness in my tone.

"Of course! Come on in. I'd offer coffee but I don't think you're a caffeine addict like the Tom cat. You want anything to drink?" She says, voice softening when speaking about her son. They adore him.

"Water, please." I smile at her and her kind nature. This woman deserves the world.

"Of course, dear. George! Come here! Hercules is here and wants to speak to us!" She shouts.

"On my way!" George replies.

Only a few seconds later Washington enters the living room, sitting across from me on the large leather sofa.

"Hey, Herc. All good?" George asks, looking slightly concerned.

"Erm... yeah... sort of." I reply, not knowing how to answer seeing as I'm about to tell them that their son has been cheated on.

"Something up. You know you can tell us anything." He reassures.

"Here's your water, Hercules. George I made us coffee." She says as she hands me a glass of water and hands the mug to George.

"Now, Hercules- what is it you want to speak to us about?" Martha asks tentatively, almost like how a mother would speak to her child when they're crying.

"Erm, I want you to know that I only just figured this out so I know just as much as you will, and that Alexander doesn't know this yet." I say formally, ensuring that they know that I haven't been keeping this from them. They both nod their heads.

"So, I was walking back from the arena before when I saw John and Francis running into the forest. Now, John hasn't been with us often for the past week or so, ever since Francis arrived really. But I followed them, only to see them kissing passionately, whilst Francis went to remove Johns... pants." I explain, hesitating at the end seeing as it's rather odd to be describing what happened in the forest to your best friends parents.

"So. You're telling me that Laurens has been seeing Francis whilst dating my son?" George asks very straight, almost as though he is trying to bottle up his anger.

"Yes."

"And he's doing all of this being Alexander's back?" Martha asks in the same tone as George.

"Yes."

"And 'Xander doesn't know?" They both ask, an expression of worry painted on their features.

"No."

"Thank you, Hercules. You may go back to your cabin now."

Laurens, you've made a huge mistake.