Hamilton Oneshots

Flour // Lafbury

Samuel was caught up in his book, not giving a care to the world. Not until the book folded towards his body, slipping free from his hands. Samuel tried to catch it, but there wasn't nearly enough space to grab it. He saw it hit the person's foot and heard them making a sound of pain while they grabbed the book.

"The Song of Achilles, interesting book choice," a French accent said. Samuel looked up, immediately captivated by dark eyes, perfectly curly hair he knew would just bounce into shape when played with, and smooth, milk chocolate-like skin. He didn't notice his book being handed back to him until he felt it tap his hands. Samuel shook his head out of the clouds and grabbed the book.

"I- uh, thanks, and- and sorry for, erm, for bumping into... you, uh, sorry," Samuel stammered. There was a distinct scream from the hall, followed by the sound of running feet. Samuel shot his head up at the sound, noticing the stranger doing the same. His best friend, Charles, was holding a swaddled bag of flour, their project for a child-care course.

"SAMUEL! HOW DARE YOU FORGET ABOUT OUR CHILD!" Charles screamed. He saw Samuel's remaining blush and the man who was smiling at him. Suddenly, Charles had the greatest idea imaginable.

"I- Charles, I'm talking to someone, can it wait?" Samuel asked. Charles almost threw the flour bag into Samuel's arms.

"Absolutely not! Either you help take care of this baby or start paying the child support," he said. Samuel almost dropped the flour bag, dropping his book again. The stranger stepped back to avoid getting hit again as he picked up the book. Charles was leaving before Samuel could get another word in.

"This is your copy of the book, rifht?" the guy asked, holding up the book. Samuel nodded, trying his best not to stare at the person. The person opened the cover and took out a pencil. He quickly wrote something down and passed the book back. Samuel thanked him and awkwardly held out his hand.

"We, uh, we forgot formalities. I'm Samuel," Samuel said. The person laughed a bit, shaking his hand firmly.

"Lafayette. Let me know if you ever need help taking care of your flour bag," Lafayette said. Samuel nodded and stared longingly as he left. He jumped at the feeling of his shorter best friend patting his shoulder.

"You're welcome for totally saving you," Charles said. Samuel scowled as he roughly pushed the flour bag into Charles's arms.

"Be careful with our kid!" Charles said, though Samuel wasn't paying attention. He was busy looking at what Lafayette had written in his book. It was nothing more than a phone number with the caption "Text me ;)". Samuel blushed and closed the cover gently.

"I've got math class, you can watch the flour for a bit," Charles said, giving back the flour bag as he left. Samuel sighed and carried it into his Physics class. The project may be stupid, but the fact it helped him get a hot guy's phone number made everything better.