My Dead Gay Son

Alex's POV

We walked into the pet store. John immediately went to the reptiles. I sighed and followed.

There were no turtles! Wait...

There was a small turtle in the very back. I stroked it.

It bit me. "THE TURTLE BITES!"

"AND HE'S THE ONLY TURTLE IN THE STORE! THEREFORE WE'RE GETTING IT!" John screeched.

I groaned. John picked up the tank and a food bag. He brought it to the checkout counter. I pulled out my wallet.

"That'll be ten dollars," the cashier said. His name tag read Gracen.

"I know how much it costs," I grumbled. I gave him a ten dollar bill.

After we got back to the house, John set the cage on the shelf above the TV.

"What's her name?" I asked. I wondered what John had in mind for her.

"There's three of them. That's why I wanted her. I've been studying turtles for seven years. I know when a turtle is pregnant."

"Fuck it. You know what? You, John, yes, you, are obsessed with turtles. What are their names?" I groaned.

"This one's the oldest, so she's Angelica, then that one's the middle, so she's Eliza, short for Elizabeth. The last one is the youngest and is Margarita, and her nickname's Peggy."

I facepalmed. "Really John?"

John looked at his watch. "Shit, Alex, why didn't you tell me we're meeting the gang at the bar in seven minutes?"

I squeaked and ran to change.

We went to the bar in John's truck, and got to the bar two minutes early. But everyone else - excluding Peggy and Lafeyette - was already there.

Angelica's POV

Hercules laughed when he saw John and Alex. "What were you doing?" He winked at them. "Getting dirty?"

My fist collided with his face. "Ow!" He yelped. "That hurt!"

"You deserved it," I shrugged.

"That's the second time!"

Eliza laughed. "Don't worry, he asked the same question when me and Maria came in."

Peggy and Laf walked in. They sat at our table.

Hercules asked the same question. Angelica punched him again. "That's the third! What is up with you tonight?!"

Eliza told them the same thing, adding on that he did it when Alex and John came in.

Peggy giggled and pecked Lafeyette's cheek.

Eliza's POV

John had had 2 pints of Sam Adams, but he was almost done with 3. That is a lot of beer. I was getting worried.

I myself had had twelve shots.

Alex was drunk. He pulled me aside. "You know you want it," he slurred.

I giggled and he pulled me into a supply closet.

Later...

We emerged from the closet looking crazy. Maria whispered something to the gang, and they nodded.

"Let's get you guys home," Peggy suggested.

Lafeyette, who was being responsible and not drinking, was the designated driver. He drove the van home.

I giggled and fell onto the couch. Maria sat down next to me, putting a lock of my hair behind my ear. On another couch, John and Alex fell asleep on each other. Peggy had had a couple of shots, if that, so her and Laf were watching over all of us.

Hercules and Angelica had collapsed on top of each other on the floor in a really cute position. Peggy and Laf looked at each other, and had a silent conversation.

Peggy took my and Maria's hands, and Laf took Angelica and Hercules's hands. They took us to our house and dropped us off, and then went to their house.

Alex's POV

I woke up to find a figure hovering over me. "What happened with you and Eliza last night?" John asked.

"John, I was drunk. Make me waffles."

John obliged, after some arguing. I went to the computer. I was busy writing a book on the founding fathers.

John gave me my waffles and sighed. "Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

I shrugged. Because I am running out of time, I thought.

I would have to tell him sometime, I knew. The cancer was terrifying. I had ten months left to live.

I shoveled my waffles into my mouth and went back to my book. "Take a break!" John exclaimed. I shook my head no.

He made me lunch, then started on dinner.

"There's a little surprise before dinner, and it cannot wait!" He exclaimed.

I didn't take my eyes off the screen. "I'll be there in just a minute, save my plate!" I called.

"Come on, Alex!"

"Okay, okay!"

"I have something I'd like to say." John was in something really fancy. It would literally take me hours to explain how good it looked on him.

He got on one knee. He pulled out a little box.

I didn't realise the turtle tank was right behind me.

"Will you marry me..." John started.

"Finish it already so I can say yes!" I laughed.

"... turtles?"

I groaned. "Oh my God, John."

"I'm kidding!" He laughed. "I know this looks like a joke, but seriously. We've been dating for six years. I know we're young, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I know you think you're the only one in this house who can write essays and speeches, but look at me, giving this really long speech that you're probably getting tired of. Now I'm going to cut the chase and stop beating around the bush. Alexander Hamilton, will you make me the happiest man on God's green planet Earth and marry me?"

"YES! OF COURSE, JOHN!!" I screamed. "On one condition."

He slid the ring on my finger and nodded. "Go on."

"You have to be the bride, because you have a father to walk you down the aisle." My face fell as I said the words.

John rubbed my back and kissed me. "It's alright, Alex. I'll be the bride."

"Good. Otherwise I wouldn't marry you."

John laughed and kissed me again. Pretty soon it was turning into a full make out session. Then someone pounded on the door.