Is this my second chapter on Alec? Yes? Whatever

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God Alec is so adorable.

David: Excuse me?

What? Aren't I allowed to have opinions.

David: You said I was cute too!

You all are cute. Leave me alone.

Jon: You actually described me as a sexy Italian hunk to one of your friends.

Jon...I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Lemma right now.

Richie: You called me the cutie guitar player.

I did not, I called you the nice looking guitar player.

Richie: Whatever, what even started this?

Me thinking about Alec. Lemma came in and was making a fuss because I called him cute. There's a difference between adorable and cute, Lemma. You need to understand that.

David: Why do you even like Alec? He's always so silent.

Y'ALL NEVER LET HIM TALK. OR TICO! YOU, RICHIE, AND JON HOG UP THE DAMN SPOTLIGHT ALL THE TIME! From what I've seen of Alec, he is an adorable little fuck who is also funny.

Jon:...Would you fuck him?

I don't know, I don't think I feel that way about him.

Jon:......do you feel that way about me?.......

Jon...no shit...I have an imagines book on you and I have another book that has already involved two sex scenes.

Jon: Only two?

Well...more like one. The other one is just a masturbation scene.

Jon:....whatever okay.....

GEEZ IF YOU WANT MORE SMUT THEN WRITE IT YOURSELF!

Jon: I CAN'T BECAUSE I ACTUALLY HAVE A LIFE COMPARED TO YOUR SORRY ASS!

Richie: *Gasps*

David: *Gasps*

Tico: *Comes over and hugs me* Calm the fuck down man!

Jon: No! She was giving me shit!

Tico: It's her book, if she wants a little smut then she'll write a little. If she wants a boatload of it then she'll write a boatload.

I might make a Jichie book for payback.

Richie: I DID NOTHING TO YOU! WHY ME?!

Because I feel like some people ship you with Jon.

David: They do in the depths of the internet.

Alec: *Walks in* Hey guys, what's up?

Oh nothing....

David: SHE CALLED YOU ADORABLE! *hides*

Alec: Don't worry about it. I heard you, Athena. Thanks...

No problem*does awkward finger guns at him*

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