Chapter 25 - Brooklyn Bridge is falling down

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Alexander sat in his bed, sobbing.
"Alexander?" Hercules walked in, "What now?" He asked, sitting on John's beanbag. "John got Addy mixed up for some stupid hooker or some shit," Hercules's silly demeanor went from 0 to 100 real quick. "Oh hon hon hon, he did not!"
"He did," Hercules stood up and ran out, kicking down the door, "WHERE IS THAT BOI?!" He screamed, Alexander sighed, "Try the Schuyler's-"

"Herc?"

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Hercules ran over to the Schuyler's dorm, only to hear...Eliza screaming at John.
That's some serious shit right there.
"John! You can't assume things like that! For all you know this 'Addy' is some really good friend! What the fire truck!"
Eliza continued to scream before Hercules barged in.
He immediately noticed a few fundamental things at the exact same time.

1. Eliza, the nicest of the three was ready to strangle John, but she seemed sort of relieved....
2. Peggy, the calm- actually the loudest of the three seemed ready to torture poor Johnny John,
3. Angelica is ready to murder John in every life she'll get,
And...
4. John got his butt kicked and finely roasted.

"John, you seemed to have misunderstood, now I'm trying not to punch you in the face right now. So don't toy with me." Hercules said.
"Addy is Adrienne, Alexander's pen pal buddy who is in town, and they've been friends for AGES. Okay, so now that we have that cleared up, you're going to go over and apologize if you want to see Ankle for another day,"
John nodded, standing up. "I- fuck..."
"Damn right," Angelica spat.

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John knocked on the door of Alexander and his room. (That sounds weird) "Alexander?" Silence, "I'm sorry," Nothing. Hercules, for once in his life; opened the door.
(That happened to be fixed somehow, by author magic) No one was in the room. But a sticky note laid on John's bed.
'I went to talk with someone who doesn't accuse me'
John began to panic, "I messed everything up, it's my fault I brought up-"

Ping!

Unknown number: its sam and also look at this

Below was a photo of Alexander sitting on Brooklyn bridge.

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Samuel drove in his car, chewing on a cookie when he froze. A boy was sitting on Brooklyn bridge, his dark hair flowing in the wind. Samuel took a abrupt turn. A few honked him, "I'm sorry! I'm trying to save a life mother suckers!" He yelled. He pulled over, parking his car. 'Sorry police, I got my reasons.' Samuel snapped a picture of him. Sending it to a random person.

Sammy-Sam: its sam and also look at this

"Hey, whatever you do, don't jump!" Samuel said, walking over.
"Wasn't planning on it.." The boy looked over. "Wait, weren't you the guy that roasted me?" Samuel asked, leaning on the railing. "Yeah, that's me." He mumbled, "So...why are you here?" He shrugged, "I want to get away and think."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Samuel asked. Alexander nodded, shifting his body to face him.

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