Madison's Point Of View

"Please come out, John. Lafayette's invited us out."
"No."

I sigh. He's been like this all week. He's barely eaten, and he hasn't left the bathroom. I swear he sleeps in there when I'm not around. I've heard him crying. He asked me not to tell anyone, just that he's sick.

"This is getting serious, John. What's going on?" I can't go out without him today. What if something happens? No, I can't think like this.

"Nothing. Just personal stuff."
"I'm not leaving until you tell me."
"Then you'll be waiting a while."

I sigh, standing up. I'll let him sort this out, then. I know he's my best friend, and I can't just sit around and watch him suffer, but I can't force him to talk about what's wrong, especially if he doesn't want to.

I leave the dorm, heading to the bar. I see the group; Hercules, Peggy, Alexander, Thomas and, of course, Lafayette. The 'revolutionaries', as we call them, all look down when they see John isn't with me. I look them all in the eye, trying to get their exact emotion. Hercules looks plain concerned, but unhappy. Lafayette looks confused and concerned. And Alex? Well, he looks guilty. I smile, trying to lift their spirits,
"John's fine. He didn't get much sleep last night, so I let him sleep in." They still seem a little on edge, so I sit next to Thomas, who wraps his arms around me.

I buy a glass of wine, and the rest of them drink shots. I assume I'm the one who will be responsible if they get too drunk. Not that I enjoy being the responsible one, but I have to. I don't drink strong alcohol. I see Alex on his phone, and I bite my lip. Who's he texting?

Burr's Point Of View

[Message Received 11:35am]
Can you check on Laurens? He's not here, and I'm really worried.

I sigh. I guess I have to. Lee looks at me, concerned.
"John."

He nods. The whole 'John-not-being-seen' thing has been big news. He's normally the host of the parties, the loud one in every group. But lately, nobody but James has seen him. He says it's okay, but I don't think he is. Nobody does. Thomas refuses to believe otherwise, but that's because he doesn't like John, and blames everything on him. He's not the nicest guy.

I head out, and straight down the hall. Knocking on the door, I notice it's open. James must have accidently left it open. I push the door open, and I see John on the bed, asleep. I smile. He must really be sick. I move towards him, gently placing my hand on his forehead. He has a temperature, for sure. And, I notice, he's a lot skinnier. I sigh, maybe I should talk to James about taking him to a doctor. Shaking my head, I leave the dorm. I made sure the door was closed before heading back to my own dorm.

[Message Sent 11:41am]
He's fine. Just asleep. He really is sick.

I see Lee on his bed, smiling.
"He good?" I nod. I sit on bed, and lie on his lap. He pats my head, massaging circles on my arm.
"You can't say you haven't always wanted this, Aaron." I chuckle.
"I can. But I can't deny that I never want it to end."

We laugh, and I close my eyes. Please never end.

Eliza's Point Of View

I attempt to avoid the glare of George. Not.. Ugh.

Let's get this straight. George is the stupid Englishman. Georgie is my boyfriend, George Eacker.

"Can you stop looking at her please?"

I look up, seeing Georgie glaring right back at George. I bite my lip,
"It's fine, swee-"
"It's not fine! First he's looking at you, next he's gonna ask you out! And, knowing you, you'll say yes!" I look at him, hurt.
"George..."
"Shut up, you know I didn't mean it."

I don't know. Did he? He does this all the time, and never actually apologises. I guess that's his way of apologising, though.

I nod, taking his hand in mine.

"I love you, Georgie..."

Right now, I'm not sure if I completely mean it. But there's at least a little bit of feeling for him.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

King George's Point Of View

That ass. She said something so serious and he dismissed it like it was nothing! I stand, moving to the door as I pull my jacket on.
"I'm going to see Samuel. Don't get mess on anything."

I walk out.

I'm not going to see Samuel. We haven't spoken in ages. I don't know if he's still angry at me, but I'm not risking it.

Instead, I head down to the bar, where Lafayette is. It's funny, people expected us to be enemies, but we have gotten along quite fine. We spend nights playing cards, watching movies and talking. It never really gets boring in our dorm. Something's always going on. Whether it be that Lafayette came home late from the bar almost in tears, or that I spend the night trying to call Sam and Lafayette is there supporting me... Whatever it is, something always happens.

The walk to the bar takes less than five minutes. Once I step in, I hesitate. This is a mistake. I can feel it. I should go back and make sure Eliza's alright.

"George! Get your ass over here and drink with us!" Lafayette calls from the bar. I wave and make my way over. By the looks of it, they aren't too drunk, but James is extremely sober. I shouldn't drink too much. Someone has to make sure Eacker doesn't get murdered tonight.

-=-

Ships are breaking.

For those who I really know, our motto 'no sad only gay' is really uhh... messing up here.

SORRY

ANYWHO SEE Y'ALL NEXT CHAPTER

-Me