Possible Warning: there is like one cuss word-

Alex's Perspective

Oh my I can't believe it.

I can't believe that I'm actually crashing this stupid thing Jefferson's putting on.

Oh well. At least I'll enter cool and hopefully not accidentally walk-Or is it crawl? Or climb? I'm not entirely sure-in on people making out.

I carefully snap open the lock and open the window, throwing in the fake knife I have that matches my mask. I picked it up from a dollar store since, much like Jefferson, things from dollar stores suck.

Anyways, I climb in, landing on the floor. Ouch. Maybe I should have come in through the door and-

Oh my gosh. Is that John? Lemme get a closer look.....

I stand up a bit, and walk over to someone laying on the ground. Yep. This is John. Curly hair tied back and all. But what is he doing on the ground? I swear to gosh, if someone put something in that punch.....

Wait I should probably help him. That's seems like a good idea. I truly am an idiot for not thinking of it sooner.

I somehow pick up John. Wow. He's heavier than I thought. Carefully, I place him down on the bed. Wait a minute, where's my fake knife- Oh, right it's on the ground.

I walk away from the bed, crouching into the ground and grabbing the fake weapon. Good thing I found it now. If I didn't now, someone might thi-

Oh. I think John might be waking up. I can hear the shuffling from the bed. I freeze up a bit. I'm....not sure why, though. Its weird. This happens a lot in the weirdest of tim-

"Alex?" I hear the familiar voice of Laurens say from the bed. Shoot. He's up. I turn around, and start walking back towards the bed.

"Yes?" Was all that I said to him stupidly, not thinking of anything else to say.

"Why....how....I thought I was on the floor!" He spat out, with a little bit of a smile.

"Your welcome." I started to say, soon joining on the bed. "Good thing I got here just in time."

"But...what...I never saw you come into the party. Unless you were already here. Sorry I couldn't really tell beca-"

"I came in through the window John." I interrupt him. Shoot. Not again. Dang it, Hamilton, this is the second time today you are doing this to him. And now he's silent. Oh gosh. I did something wrong, didn't I?

His small smile soon becomes bigger, before he starts breaking into a fit of laughter. Wait what I'm confused why is John laughing John what the fuc-

"Oh my- oh my gosh- what in the bloody hel-I mean, heck Alexander!" John stifled out between his laughter. Is he mad? I can't tell. Gosh darn it. I've barely known this boy for a day and he already baffles me.

My confusion must have been noticeable since John is mouthing-or, is trying to mouth, due to him still being practically somehow filled with laughter-something like "that's such a you thing to do" or something like that.

After John had finished laughing, it was quiet in the room. It was quiet, minus the booming sounds of the party downstairs.

Mainly it's the sounds of the loud, almost obnoxious music, laughter, and people screaming and yelling for literally no reason. Wait a minute, why was John even up here in the first place? Maybe I should......

"Ughhh-Oh hey John. And other person. I'm surprised you aren't out there." A voice said from the door. I looked at the door, and it was a girl, about our age.

Her skin appeared a bit darker, along with her long dark brown hair trailing down her back. She wore a pink tank top and these white short shorts, making her way over here.

"Angelica? What are you doing in here?" John asked the girl, who just shrugged in response.

"Eh, thought I could take a break." The female, who's named Angelica apparently, said. "I'm surprised you aren't out there with Peggy right now."

Peggy? Who's that? Is that that girl in yellow John's always with? Eh, probably. Why does this matter anyways....?

"I....just....nevermind that." John brushed off the subject, giving an obviously nervous smile. I can't tell if he's okay or not. Or just faking happiness, I would know since-

"What the fuck?! Who let this rat into my house?!"

Aaaand Thomas is here now apparently, pointing his stupid finger in my stupid face. This is stupid. I'm out.

"Welp. Gotta blast-" Was all that I said to John and Angelica, before quickly standing up, flipping Jefferson off, and running out of the house.