Pretty Okay: A modern Lams AU

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A/N: Let's go! Chapter one of my first lams book. I really hope you enjoy this :) Ps they look historical- except for Herc and Laf cause idk

My name is Alexander Hamilton and my life is incredibly normal. I am 23, I have a girlfriend, a job, a friend and a house. I've been going to therapy for my experiences in the Caribbean and I've gotten relatively better. Everything is going perfect. Nearly perfect. Almost perfect. All my life is missing is...

True love? BUH BUH BUHHHHH 

Alexander POV

"Aaron, I'm not going." I raise my head up from my desk.I already told Aaron. I'm trying to work on an article for my boss, but Aaron wants me to 'take a break' or whatever. I'm not taking a break, I have too much on my plate. 

"But come on! You never ever go to the parties!" He tries, but I shake my head no again. He's my friend, but sometimes he makes me question my choices of choosing him as a friend. I put my head back onto my desk and try to ignore him.

 "I have someone you can meet~!" Aaron giggles, almost like a child.  I sigh and firmly tell him no again. I wish he would just go without me. He knows I'm not a social drug boy.

Of course, for him the reasonable option was to pick me up and bring me to the car. I can feel my face turning bright red as I begin to yell at him. "AARON, NO." I frantically shake my head side to side. "Aaron yes!" He looks down at me and smirks. He is so immature, almost like the complete opposite of the real Aaron Burr since the author loves it when Aaron isn't an uptight loser..

"I-I have to work on my article!"I silently curse at myself for stuttering (that line is in so many stories-). I try to get him to set me down, but it inevitably fails. "You're always working. Plus, you've already written past the amount he wanted. You don't need to write more." He explains to me in a weird parenting tone, but I am not having this! He's technically right, but more is never bad. 

I dramatically groan as he sets me in the passenger seat and shuts the door. He goes around the side and opens the door. He sits down and buckles himself and then he looks over at me and smirks. "I. Won." He says with a wide smirk on his face. "Shut up.." I sigh and sink back into my seat. This is not going to go well.

As I slump in my seat, I begin to worry about all thee bad things that could happen. What if Eliza gets mad at me for partying? What if I do meet someone? What if I kiss someone? What if I fall in love with someone else? What if I get drunk and tell someone that I don't love Eliza anymore and she finds out and gets mad? What if I get killed? What if my boss gets mad at me? AAAAHHH! I mentally scream at myself.

Aaron shakes me out of my head. "You doing okay? I swear, I thought you weren't blinking." He looks at me and laughs, but I can see that he's a little concerned. "No, I'm fine. I was just thinking." I tell him, desperately trying to come up with a fake story so I don't have to tell him what I was actually thinking.

"What were you thinkin' about?" He asks me. I quickly grab at one of the fake stories. "I don't know.. probably about the fact that you just KIDNAPPED ME to make me go to a party!" I smile as I tell him this, but not too much so he can't tell that it was a fake story.

"I wouldn't call it kidnapping! More like gremlinnapping!" He jokes at me. My mouth dramatically gapes open and I turn around slowly to look at him. "I am not!" I say with a tone that gives me mean girls vibes. "You totally are, gremlin!" He looks over at me and laughs, so I turn and look out the window.

We're pulling into a neighborhood with huge mansion looking houses. They have balconies! BALCONIES! My mouth gapes open again as I look at the fancy lawns and curved driveways. "Yeah, the party host is a little... privileged." He tells me. I turn around to look at him, still with my mouth open. My lips feel chapped. 

-timeskip brought to you by my laziness + the fact that I'm writing this at school + my computers at 11% + the bells about to ring-

I step onto the ultra fancy curved driveway. I can hear the *insert popular music * from outside. Aaron pats my back and I turn around dramatically. "Did you just dad-pat me on the back, Aaron?" I say, using the mean girls tone again. 

He laughs and starts speaking in a deep voice. "Of course, son-boy-man!" He says comically. I look at him in daddy issue themed horror. I scream and run into the horrifying party house because that's definitely a good idea. 

I knock on the door politely and watch as a tall man opens the fancy door. "Why hello." He says in a fancy tone. Almost like we're from the late 1700s. Wouldn't it be so funny if we were actually from the late 1700s and some teenage girl was writing fan-fiction about us in her science class? Aha good thing that the doesn't happen. What weirdo would write fan-fiction about two guys from the late 1700s? Nobody, of course!

Anyways, I look at the probably 6 foot dude in front of me (maybe accurate, maybe not, https://john-laurens.tumblr.com go to there it's amazing... if you made that, I love you). He puts his hand behind his head and leans on the door. His hair is in a bouncy ponytail. It's blond and beautiful. His eyes are ocean blue. I find myself admiring him.

Too bad I'm straight. I am straight. Straighty straight. Heterosexual. Women.

"Dude, you okay?" Oop- I completely forgot where I was for a second. I snap out of my (super gay) trance and respond to his query. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. I w-was just questioning my life choices."  I say super calmly and cool, attempting to act like a jock. I failed, obviously, but it's the thought that counts. 

"Ha, I do that all the time! Come in." He tells me with a smile so big I thought his head would rip in half in fall in my hands and then I would have a hot guys decapitated head in my hands. I step into the huge fancy house and realize it's even fancier than the outside. "Merde.." I whisper as I wonder why I wore a 'The Cure' hoodie and leggings. Not the leggings, though. I hate jeans.

I look around and see way too many red solo cups on the floor. The alcohol smell is so strong, if I was blind I'd think it was a weird etsy candle doing the smell. I step over a broken vase on the floor and think to myself that I'll definitely stay afterwards to help clean.

This mystery dude drags me to the surprisingly empty kitchen. I assumed they'd be playing drinking games or something. Assume makes an ass out of u and me , though. (my mom says a that constantly-)

 He brings me over to two other dudes. They warmly smile at me, though they're obviously drunk. One is really french-looking, I don't know how to describe it. He just looks french. The other looks like he's loud. And drunk. 

"Okay so I'm John Laurens, this is Laf." He gestures to the french guy. "EXCUSE MOI, MARIE-JOSEPH PAUL YVES ROCH GILBERT DU MOTIER, MARQUIS DE LA FAYETTE! That's my ACTUAL name, mon ami." He says really loudly. John sighs, annoyed.

THAT'S THE END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER! A whole 1335 words! I'm so proud of myself. Anyway have fun reading, if you've suggestions, tell me what r u waiting for? Bye bestie, have a great night/day/whatever.