Alexander Pov
"Hi, I'm John Laurens. Laf has told us about you."

I glanced at Laf, with a questioning look and then back at Laurens.

"Well it's not everyday that you get a new brother." Laf said.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I-I'm Alec."

"Coolio. So. You ready to get drunk and play cards against humanity?" The guy next to John said.

"I-I'm fifteen." I said.

"Yeah, and? Oh, I'm Herc by the way. The coolest out of the loser squad." He said.

"...what's the drinking laws in the colonies?" I asked them.

John died. "D-did you just call the US...the fucking colonies? What is it the 1700? Where the hell are you from man?" He asked, laughing.

"Only the most boring place in the world, Nevis. And yeah...we do call the, how you say, US, the colonies." I said.

John still snickered a bit but was calm nevertheless. "You guys can come in if you want." He said.

Laf went into his house and I followed. It was pretty big, and the floors were shined to near perfection. Jeez, Lafs friends are loaded.

"Woah." I murmured.

"Yeah, I know right? Pops is never around but letting me live here is enough." John said.
I nodded.

"Oh wait! Does he know about the...the thing?" Herc asked.

Oh shit. What's the thing? Am I being fucking kidnapped? Maybe I shouldn't of said my age. I felt sweat bead on my head.

Laf touched my shoulder and I flinched, and forced myself to relax. "Loosen up. It's gonna be...how you say?...funny." He told me smiling.

I nodded, and forced a small smile. I knew the smile was very noticeably fake but I didn't care.

Herc grabbed my arm and took me upstairs. Laf and John were behind us, chasing our heels.

We ran through a long hall and then Herc slid to a stop. I fell into him, and on the floor. Laf and Herc snickered.

John held out a hand, with a warming smile. It was contagious, because soon I was genuinely smiling too. It felt foreign on my face but I tried to ignore it.

Ignoring the bad thoughts is slowly getting better since Martha and George have to give me three sets of pills. Anxiety, depression and PTSD pills.

They taste awful but again, try to get that out of my mind.
Happy thoughts.
Alright.
Just try and be a normal kid for once in your life Alec instead of this weird killing monster that you are.

I basically radiate depression. From my black outfit, to depressing looks in general.
Happy thoughts.

I grabbed his hand and stood up. We went into his room, which was pretty cool.

He had a loft bed, with a desk underneath, a TV, WiiU, PS4 and collection of hats and turtle books. He opened his closet. And pulled out.

A.
Fucking.
Shopping.
Cart.

"What the hell?" I said, out of pure shock. "S-sorry, but why do you have a frickin' shopping cart in your closet?" I asked.

"No need to apologize and well...let's just say I'm not the most 'innocent' person in the world." He told me, raising an eyebrow.

"...does it have a name?" I asked.

Laf burst out laughing.

"Actually! Yes! It does! And these two always make fun of me for it! This one is named fucking Sally!" He exclaimed, staring at Herc and Laf, who were practically dying.

"W-Wait, wait, wait. Is it's name Sally? Or fucking Sally?" I asked, smirking.

Laf collapsed grabbing his stomach and crying.

"Just Sally. But if ya wanted you could call her fucking Sally. She'd be fine with that." John told me, pushing the shopping cart into the hallway.

"Wait! It told you that you could call it Fucking Sally?" Herc asked, rushing after John.

"She's not an It! She's a She! Jeez! And she did tell me in fact!" John exclaimed.

I really like this John.

"I think you have Schizophrenia, John. And Alec callers her an it and you didn't say anything! Does little Johnny boi have a crus-" Herc said, getting cut off by John saying,
"Oh shut up and get into the shopping cart." He said, hopping inside of the shopping cart. 

Oh wait. Is this going where I think it's going?

"No! Have Alec go in it with ya first!" Laf said, grabbing Herc arm.

I shrugged and jumped into the shopping cart.

"Are you ready for this?!" John exclaimed.

Laf pushed the shopping cart closer to the stairs.

"Wait! I didn't sign up for this! No, no n-no!" I cried.

"Too bad!" Laf said, pushing us down the stairs.

I yelped and grabbed John. That worked for about three seconds, but soon John and I were out of the shopping cart and on the floor.

My head slammed into the floor. And I sat up, rubbing it, the rush of adrenaline still in my body.

"Holy shit." I muttered.

"That. Was. Awesome!" John shouted, pulling Fucking Sally back up the stairs.

"Y-Yeah! It was!" I declared, climbing up the stairs with him.

Is this what it's like to have friends?
If so, then I like the idea of friends more then I thought.