A/N YAAY THIS ONES NOT GONNA BE SAD!! It's kinda pointless but if this turns out the way I want it to, it should be pretty funny. Not song based, but based of true events. Meaning this legit happened.

Alex's P.O.V

Today John and I were going to meet Laf and Herc at Herc's house for a picnic in the field behind his house.

We're supposed to bring ingredients for some foods and make them before we go. John was supposed to make sandwiches, Laf was supposed to make cookies, Herc was supposed to make drinks (non alcoholic, what do you think this is?!) and I was supposed to make corn.

I don't know why, but we we're bringing corn. So John and I were in the car and I was going over a list with him about the ingredients we need to have.

"Ham?" I say, eyes on the road.

"Check." He says looking through the bag.

"Cheese?"

"Check."

"Lettuce?"

"Check." We continue to go through the list until,

"Butter?" I don't hear a response from John right away so I look over. He is still searching the bag.

"Not check." He says looking up.

"Gahh! John I thought you grabbed everything." I say agitated.

"I thought I did!" He defends crossing his arms.

"It's fine, we'll just use some of Herc's butter." I say sighing. As I say this we pull into the driveway. We gather our things and go inside. Noise could her heard from the kitchen, when we walk in Laf is stirring batter in a bowl and Herc is pouring sugar into a pitcher.

"Bonjour mon amies!" Laf says with a smile when he turns to look ok at us.

"Hey Laf, Herc!" John says.

"Hey Herc, we forgot the butter at our place, do you have some we could borrow?" I ask setting our bag down on the table.

"Sure, its in a butter container." He says nodding towards the fridge.

I make my way over to the fridge to begin my search. I pick up a butter container and shut the fridge behind me as I walk back over to the table.

I begin preparing the corn, and when it's time to add the butter, I am completely enraged to find it's not butter at all!

"Hercules freakin Mulligan, this is not butter!" I say waving the container in the air.

"Oh no, not again." John groans.

"Mon Dieu." Laf says face palming.

"Alex, calm down. I promise you there is butter in one of those containers." Herc says in a calm voice.

"No, explain something to me. Why do you have multiple butter containers, when only maybe one actually had butter in it? And why do you keep old butter containers that are meant to be thrown away? That's weird, you hoarder. Also...."

Herc's P.O.V.

Oh sweet Jesus, what have I started. Alex is on one of his tangents again, and we all know how this is gonna end.

He's gonna make me throw out anything in a butter container that's not butter. Then give me a lecture about only God knows what. And end the day with the classic, 'Alex knows best'

This day will never end.