I just realized that I keep saying that these characters are getting tired at like midnight meanwhile I'm staying up until like 2 in the morning writing this.

John sighed, thankful it was an art day instead of a gym day. He did not whatsoever have the energy to teach a gym class, plus he would find it weird to teach those kids with his nails painted. The art kids weren't intimidating. Some of them complimented him, but nobody judged him. The relief he was already feeling halfway through the day was exhilarating.

John sort of expected a different response to the nails than what he got in college. He was in a much more liberal city, and it was now a much more liberal time. But there were also still people that would see it and think he was weird. His friends in college were shit. Homophobic jerks who couldn't go two seconds without judging somebody. The second he was openly gay they stopped hanging out with him. Hell, the second he was openly gay they stopped associating with him.

But now he lived in a place where it wasn't uncommon to have a gay neighbor. Now he had a job where kids painted pride flags. He didn't have to filter or censor himself anymore, but now it was instinctual for him to. It was something he knew had to work on, but also something he was too afraid to.

During the lunch period John had some free time, so he decided to go up to Alex's classroom. He walked in on an unexpected sight, though. Lafayette and Alex were having a conversation completely in French. Laf looked amused, meanwhile Alex looked mildly annoyed.

"Je dis juste, tôt ou tard, vous deux aurez du sexe et vous devrez admettre que j'ai raison," Laf said, biting back laughter. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Non, Laf, tu as tort et je n'admettrai jamais que tu as raison. Ce serait honteux," Alex said with an exasperated tone. Laf sighed, and then took notice of John standing in the doorway.

"Ah, parle du diable!" Lafayette chorused. "How is mon petit ami?" He was being far more enthusiastic than usual, which could be considered a feat.

"Um, good?" John replied, unsure of what he had walked in on. "Whatch'a talkin' about?" he asked cautiously.

"Nothing," said Alex, who was glaring daggers at Lafayette. Laf raised his eyebrows innocently.

"No, petit chaton," Laf said turning to Alex. The name clearly annoyed him but Laf continued before Alex could interject. "I believe we were talking about how John will one day, how do you say, te baiser dans le cul."

Alex cleared his throat and turned to me. "You wanna know something funny, John?" Alex asked me. Laf looked at him raising an eyebrow, clearly also confused. "One time I went to talk to Hercules about a suit I wanted tailored, and Laf just happened to be there to. The thing is, Laf was about to swallow Herc's dick," Alex recounted calmly. John choked on air. The funniest part was how Laf's eyes got wider and wider as Alex told the story and the realization of what he was talking about hit him.

"I-I have to go," Laf told them, blushing bright red. "Au revoir, John! On se voit en enfer, Alex!" Laf shuffled out of the room, leaving Alex and John in the room alone. John raised an eyebrow.

"I'll tell you later," Alex said as the lunch bell rang. John left the room just as confused as when he first walked in, only this time he had some disturbing insight on Herc and Laf's sex life.

Lovely.

I don't think you understand how much I want to learn French. Like, for one using google translate is a pain because of how much you have to check over it, and two it's just such a cool language. Also, have fun translating all that, it should make sense in google translate since I checked it over