Alexander Pov
      "W-where are we going?" I choked as he buckled his seat belt.

"You're going to be meeting all my friends, mon frère." He told me starting up the car.

Is now a good time to mention I'm extremely socially awkward? See I don't know when's a good time to mention that you know why? Because I'm socially awkward!

"Don't worry. You'll love them."

I don't think so. I don't really love anything. Man, I don't even love myself. Anything but, really. Happy thoughts. Jeez I really don't think the pills are working. But I guess it doesn't matter. I still have my dark deep thoughts. Maybe that's why I'm such a great writer.

I have many fears but my greatest one? My biggest enemy? My ticking time bomb?
Myself.
I'm the thing that tears myself apart. It's not my depression, anxiety or PTSD. It's
  all
me.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Lafayette asked.

"Erm...s-stuff? That sounded weird. Umm...just..Erm...depressing stuff." I said, hesitating and stammering on every word.

"Same man. Same." He said.

I raised a brow. Jeez. Now I don't know if I'm the weirder one.

"So...what's your favorite band?" He asked.

"Sorority Noise. No doubt. Erm...s-sorry. Um what's yours?" I asked.

"Don't apologize! You didn't do anything wrong. Mine? Probably The White Stripes. Or The Cab. Why do nervous?" He asked.

"I don't know. Sorr- Wait. Erm..yeah." I started to fiddle with my bracelet.

"Nice bracelet."

"Oh! T-thanks. It was my mums." I said, looking out the window.

It was silent for a bit after that. I'm so freaking awkward.

"What's your favorite colour?" He asked.
"...why does it matter?" I asked.

Lafayette shrugged, "Got nothing better to talk about."

"It's green. But I don't see why that would matter. If anything the weather or politics would be more of an effective conversation. Colours and bands? Sure that's good and all but you learn nothing about someone's personality from that. Unless you wanted to go all Forest Gump style and ask them about shoes. Maybe a band based on what music they play, but bands play in variety, it could go from a depressing album to a super happy and pepped up album. If you really wanted to have an ideal conversation then colours and bands would be the last thing you'd talk about. In all honesty, anyway." I said, kind of rambling but not?

I'm going to hope you readers understand what I mean.
Oh fuck.
The fourth wall.
I-I forgot.
Someone call fix-it-Felix, we have broken the wall.

"Alec...you're a fuckin genius. I've only known you for about twenty minutes and you already prove to be smarter than half of our school."

"Well they didn't call me a prodigy for nothing...s-sorry." I added.

"Stop with the sorrys! You didn't do anything wrong!" He exclaimed.

I was about to say sorry but I bit my lip.

"...you were going to say sorry, weren't you?" He said in a monotone voice. Weeeelllll...maybe.

"...it's a possibility."

Lafayette chuckled.
"Aaaaand we are here!"

Welp.
Time to put on that happy front I guess.