Chapter 14

Lafayette P.O.V.

       I sat up and looked around. No Hercules. He was probably outside cleaning up from last night. God, he is so sweet. I feel bad because he is the one who is constantly cleaning this dorm. He's amazing.       Also, OUCH!! When I was ten I got a concussion that lasted a month and a half. But hangovers. These were much much worse. My head was pounding. Last night was rough! Not that I remember anything after my second drink. The last thing that was clear in my mind was meeting Alexander. He seemed really nice and John seemed to really like him. I sort of remember talking to this one girl. She had curly hair, but not as wild as mine. I remember Herc, being a fashion major, complimenting her yellow shirt. He is so kind. I can remember that we were pretty much by each other's sides the whole night. Maybe he can let me know what happened. I decide to sit in bed a little longer, mostly because I knew that as soon as I stood up, my headache would get even worse.       After laying in bed for ten more minutes, I finally get up. I was right. I felt as though someone dropped twenty pounds of rock on my head. Uh oh. Everything that was sitting in my stomach was now rising up. Quickly I ran towards the bathroom door that was next to my dresser.

Hercules POV (Laf does puke so sorry if I gross you out.)

From the kitchen, I could her Laf running in the bedroom. I dropped the plate I was cleaning in the sink so I could check on him. He got pretty drunk last night and either he was rushing to get pain killers or to hurl. "Laf?! You okay?" All I heard was my little Laffy Taffy throwing up. I cringed at this. I hated to see Lafayette sick. Back in junior year he got the flu and I went to his house everyday to take care of him. As I approached the bathroom I could hear him throwing up again. When I stepped inside, he was hunched over the toilet, his crazy frizzy hair all over. I quickly moved towards him and tied his hair back."Thanks," I could hear him groan out. "No problem," I replied, slightly grossed out by what was in front of me, but mainly concerned for my friend.Lafayette sat hunched over for a few minutes, occasionally spitting up and puking. I looked up to the mirror, remembering what was on my face. Shit! Almost instantaneously, Lafayette looked up at me."Omg!! Hercules! What happened to your eye?! Did you get in a fight or something last night?" I was not ready to have this conversation."Oh yeah. Long story. Right now, let's worry about you. I'll get you some water and you can relax on the couch. When you feel better I will make some food okay?"Lafayette was slightly taken back by my urgency to end the conversation. I felt guilty, but I had no idea how I would explain myself. I held out my hand and helped him up off the ground."Thanks.""Of course. Anything for you."I could see a slight blush form on Lafayette's face, but he just hurled into the toilet. It could have been anything making him look that way. We walked out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, and into the living room."You sit here and I will go get water." "Yeah. Okay." He seemed confused still. He really didn't remember anything from last night.

Alex POV

When I woke up, I realized how quiet it was in the room. I sat up and looked around. The clock said 10:30am. I slept A LOT last night. Last night. Where was John? It was Saturday and neither of us had classes today. He didn't start again at work until October. Did I really want to know where he was though? I mean, obviously I cared where he was and I was curious, but after what happened last night. What would I even say to him? Would he remember it all? Breathe. It's going to be okay. Okay. Solution. If he brings it up, wherever he is, and only if he remembers do I tell him. If he doesn't have any recollection of last night, I will not remind him. Is that unfair to him? Doesn't he deserve to know? I guess whatever happens when I see him, will happen. For now, I needed to make breakfast and find out where my roommate was. I smiled to myself, recalling exactly what happened last night. The feeling of John's hands on my shoulders, his lips on mine. Even the thought of him made me feel happy. I got out if bed, went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, then head out into the kitchen. Still no sign of John. I decided to wait a few more minutes to take action. Maybe he just went for a walk or something. While I waited, I made myself some eggs. They were one of the only things I knew how to cook myself, and NOT burn and destroy.{15 minutes later}I finished my eggs, cleaned my dishes, and made coffee. Still no John. I was officially worried. I picked up my phone and tried calling him. After a few rings, it went to voicemail. I left a message, then called the only other person's number I had in my phone that lived here. "Hello?""Omg! Thank god! Eliza, it's me, Alex.""Oh hey Alex! How's your morning. You didn't seem to drunk last night, guessing you don't have a hangover or anything.""Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks for asking. Quick question. Do you by any chance know where John might be? I woke up and he isn't in the dorm anywhere. I was hoping maybe you heard from him.""I'm really sorry Alex. I haven't heard from him, nor do I know where he would be. I'm sorry. I wish I could help." Something about her voice really calmed me down. "Thanks Eliza. And don't be sorry. It's not your fault.""Well, listen, if you need anything, you have me and my sisters numbers. Don't be afraid to use them. And John will be back. I promise. It's going to be okay.""Thanks again. I'm gonna go.""Talk to you later Alex." I hung up and sat down on the couch. My head fell back and I sighed heavily.

Where could John be??

(A/N : LOOK AN UPDATE!!! CRAZY IKR!! Its a magical concept. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make it interesting. Lmk if you like the whole herc laf thing! I think it works and fits in the story. Alright well there are 11 days til Leslies Christmas album and 46 days til I see Hamilton. Have a great day.)