"ALEX?" A FAMILIAR voice says, echoing through the school's halls. I skid to a stop when I hear the voice, instantly recognizing it. It has a French accent to his English words. And there's only one person who I love in the world that can speak fluent in French. My violet-blue eyes widen slightly when I hear his voice ring through my ears, saying my name. I couldn't help but smile a wide, trembly smile. He says my name again through a shocked laugh.
"Alexander?" he says. I know exactly who it is now. I slowly crane my neck over my shoulder, my eyes blown wide now with shock, jaw dropping.
I gasp, my breath hitching in my throat when I see Gilbert Marquis de Lafayette standing before me. He smiles wide, letting out a short laugh, his hazel-green eyes widening as well. He drops his bags to his feet and opens his arms out for an embrace. His ginger-colored hair brushed back neatly to the side. He wears a simple navy-blue turtleneck and black denim jeans with white Chuck Taylors. A typical Lafayette outfit.
"G-Gil?" I say, surprised and confused as to why he's here. Last time I checked, he was in France at his college. How is he home this early? He doesn't come back home for another month! He nods, smiling wide and beaming brightly as the sun.
I let out a laugh, blinking my eyes to make sure I'm not dreaming. I forget all about John then as I run up to my brother, tears of joy and relief rolling freely down my cheeks now. I let out a startled and confusedlaugh again as I sprint towards him, pumping my arms back and forth, my eyes locked on Lafayette's. It's not until I reach him do I notice there's a man standing behind Lafayette also with ginger-colored hair and a long, rounded face and a hooked nose with deep brown eyes. He appears to be in his early twenties at the far latest and is an inch taller than Lafayette. He stands behind Lafayette with his arms behind his back, a warm, gentle smile on his face as he watches us brothers reunite. It occurred to me then that this man behind my brother must be Hercules Mulligan in person.
I fling my arms around my brother's neck, burying my face into the crook of his shoulder and let out a surprised sob. Lafayette wraps his muscular arms around my small, narrow frame as he lifts me up a little off the ground and spins me in a small circle while I still have my face buried into his shoulder and my arms around his neck. He and I both laugh with both disbelief and relief. He sets me back down and rests both of his hands on my freckled cheeks, almost squishing them together, his eyes wide. I grip his wrists, laughing as I never take my eyes off of my brother's.
"Alexander!" Lafayette cries before pressing a kiss to my forehead and pulling me into another tight embrace, one hand on my back while the other cradles the back of my head. In return, I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly as if he were to vanish in thin air almost immediately. I pull away from his embrace, gripping his wrists again as he squishes my freckled cheeks once more, scanning me up and down, making sure I'm okay and alive.
"Gil!" I wail, sniffling. "Gil!"
"Oh, Alexander!" Lafayette gasps, pulling me back into his arms again. "Mon fere! I've missed you! I've missed you so much, mon petite lion! I've been so worried about you! Oh, mon fere!"
"Grand fere!" I cry, pulling away once more to wipe the tears that won't stop falling. I can't stop smiling, can't stop laughing. "Gilbert! I've missed you! I've you missed you so much big bro! W-What...what are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming back home until Thanksgiving!"
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Helpless (Book 1)
FanfictionSeventeen-year-old Alexander Hamilton should feel lucky. He should feel lucky that he survived the hurricane and the illness he and his mother had when he was twelve. He should feel lucky that he has a family now, an adoptive one at that. He doesn't...
