Alec Pov
I walked in my room and collapsed face first on my bed.

"Son?...Are you feeling alright?" George asked.

I snickered and turned around. I sat up and said, "Just fine and dandy."

"...Right. Do you want to take your pills?" He asked.

"Which ones?" I muttered.

God I'm so fucked up.
No one should have to ask which pills they have to take.

Oh!
Which ones will I take today?
The ones for my crippling anxiety and depression or maybe my PTSD?
Hmmm...just give me a minute to tHink about this one.

Alright that was overly sarcastic but I'm not sorry.

He handed me a few bottles and I groaned internally. I took two of each and gagged a little bit.

(It ain't the only thing you'll be gagging on~)
What.
(What.)
ANYWAY-

After George left, Lafayette came into my room with a mischievous smirk on his face.

This can't be good.

He put his hand on my door and said, "Guess what?!"

"...what?" I said slowly.

"Alright, get a load of this, Hercules got invited to one of the biggest parties in our whole grade. It's being thrown by none other then the most popular girls in school, the Schuyler Sisters." He told me, a grin on his face.

"Isn't Peggy a Schuyler?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. She tends to hang out with people like us though. But her sisters..are worshipped by the whole school. Isn't it awesome? The losers, that's right you heard me, he losers, got invited to the biggest party of the year!" He exclaimed.

I guess I am kind of a loser.
But who wants to be popular in High School? I'm just glad I have friends. Two friends and a foster brother.
And Peggy.

"You said Hercules got invited?" I asked.

"Well, yeah but he asked if he could bring me, you and John. And they were like, 'the more the merrier!' And so you, mon frère, are going to a party." He told me excitedly.

"When is it?" I asked.

"Friday night. I heard...there's going to be weed!" He exclaimed.
"...Not that'd I want any or anything like that." He quickly added.

"Sounds cool. I mean sure, I'll probably stutter so much I'll be incoherent but I'll go with you." I told him.

"Great. Just don't tell George and Martha." He said, slipping out of my room.

First party.
First Senior party.
And Johns going to be there.
When he said that, I was in for sure.

I'm not going to have weed or anything like that because I don't want George and Martha to beat me afterwards but it sounds like fun.

I lied down on my bed and closed my eyes. I forced my shoulders to relax and let go of all muscle strain. I let out a small sigh of content.

'A negative mind will never give you a positive life'

My service officer told me that when my mum died.
Fuck you service officer.

I don't open up to many people. So if this family was nice enough that I was able to show them the real me, then they must be incredibly special. This is something new.

I've never wanted to stay in a foster family before.
But if I hadn't been in those foster homes I wouldn't have been challenged.
I wouldn't be who I am.

But that doesn't give them the god damn right to abuse me, ruin my mind, and litter my body with scars and messed up memories.

I noticed my shoulders had tensed again. I forced myself to relax, once again.

Family.
I've never really thought I'd have that again. I'm trying to push myself beyond thinking that I don't deserve anything and with these amazing people by my side, trying their best to help me up then I think I just might be able to find my way through this world of chaos.

Friends.
Damn. I never thought about having friends in the longest time. Ever since my dad left and my family went into great debt, the only thing I thought of was desperately trying to glue my family back together.
It didn't work.

Herc, Laf, Peggy, and John made my life better and I can never pay them back for that.

Oh and John.
God, he's amazing.
I didn't ask him to do anything for me yet he knew exactly what to say.
My happiness comes from him.
From his warm smile to him pushing me down some stairs with him in Fucking Sally.
To him dragging me out to play mini golf at two in the morning just to have some fun.

He gives a fuck about me.
When I thought nobody else did, when nobody else would, he just knew what to say.

I think, just maybe, I'm going to be alright. Who wants to be normal anyway?

I do.
That's who.
Sure, it's not everyone's motto but for right now, just getting situated would be enough.