Alec Pov
John and I spent the next eight hours playing Dungeons and Dragons with his friend Peggy.
And I can't say I regret it.

"The dragon lets out one final shriek and groans in pain. It falls to your feet, withering in pain. The dragon takes its last breath and at last, your quest is complete." Peggy said, smiling.

John cheered and we highfived.

"Sir Publius and Mr.Ramos, congratulations. But now, I must bid you adieu...because my sisters are popular little shits and want me to go to a party at two fucking Am." She grumbled.

"Thanks Peggy. Hope the party is nice." John said.

She smiled and nodded.
We climbed out of the attic behind her and said our goodbyes as she left.

"That was so much fun." I said.
He smiled.

"So...What do you wanna do?"
You.

"I don't know. I mean, it's two Am." I said.

"We could go to castles and coasters and play mini golf." He said, a smirk on his face.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It's two AM." I repeated.
"It'll be funny!" He exclaimed.
"It'll be cold as fuck." I said.

"You could just take one of my sweatshirts, it'll be fun! Come on." He said, shaking my shoulder.

If you give me your sweatshirt you're never getting it back.

"Alright, Alright Fine." I gave in.

"Im going to go get you a sweatshirt. I'll be back in a second." He told me.
He jogged down the hall.

This is okay.
I'm being a normal kid, with normal friends and we are doing normal things.
My PTSD begs to differ.

I wonder if John knows that I have post traumatic stress or if he only knows about the snippet of depression.

I know I don't talk much,
I apologize to much and
I need constant reassurance but I'm trying my god damn best to be normal.

But right now, I'm glad I'm here with John, even though he's dragging me out to play mini golf at two AM because at least it means I won't be alone with my fucked up mind during the night.

It always hits the hardest at night.

John came out of his room and threw a sweatshirt to me. It hit my chest, my arms catching it spontaneously.

"Alright lets go." He said.
"Alright." I replied.

"I don't really like driving at night so can we take my bike? You could stand on the pegs." He suggested.

"F-fine by me." I said, smiling softly.

He smiled back at me and we went out the door. I pulled his sweatshirt over my t-shirt and hastily got on the pegs of his bike.

As he rode down the road, I felt the wind blow in my hair ever so slightly.
I smiled.
Normal.
How about that?

John slowly stopped his bike and I hopped off his pegs.

He put his bike in a rack and waltzed up to go pay for shit. I leaned against his bike and watched from a short distance.

How can he be so hot and so nice at the same time?

I want him to be gay.
Or bi.
Or pan.

Just fucking like me and don't be straight, I'm begging you.

He turned around and held up some golf clubs. I smiled and jogged over to him.

So.
Just two teenage boys playing mini golf at two in the morning.
I like being normal.