"I'll kill him"

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(For now in I am going to try and write longer chapters with more like poetry type thing...idk I just feel like the dialogue in this story is going WAY to fast.)

Leslie's POV:
'Yay rehearsal today' I thought to myself.
Don't get me wrong I love Hamilton, I love performing, and I love Lin. But rehearsals get a little bit too repetitive. The only thing I'm really looking forward to is what life will have in store for me and Y/N. She's the love of my life, and my best self. I would do anything for her just to keep her happy and safe.
I felt something warm in my chest start to wiggle.
"Good morning, sweetheart" I whispered to try and keep everything calm and relaxing.
She tried to snuggle closer into my chest. It was not possible but it's the thought that counts.
"Mmm, your warm" she tried even harder to snuggle up to me.

I rubbed a pattern on her back.
Heart, circle around heart, erase with fingers.
"Les, that tickles" she giggled.
Her giggles always sounded so warm. So welcoming, like an angel inviting you to the golden gates. Or like when you drink something warm and you can feel the warm substance go down your throat, yes that's weird but the sensation of her giggles are so present.
"Les?" She snapped me out of my thought.
"Hm?" I hummed back.
"Don't we have rehearsal today?"
'I wish we didn't' I thought to myself.
"Yeah"
Y/N noticed how I sounded down. She probably knew what I was thinking because she was thinking the same thing.
"Don't worry Les, our show is Saturday which is after tomorrow so we almost done learning things." She put her palms on my chest and rubbed my biceps. I continued to rub her back.
"But what if we don't learn in time, Lin will be mad and we will have to reschedule a world wide show."
The more she rubbed my chest I felt my self relax
"Don't worry, I know from experience we're going to learn it. The only thing we have to worry about is if we perform great."
I was wondering how she knew this. How she was so sure of her statement. So confident yet still questioning if we're going to do good. She talked as if she knew from personal experience.
"How do you know?" I kissed her cheek to assure her I wasn't angry just confused.
"Personal experience, when I was in marching band and choreographed them, there would always be the same problem. Everyone would be worried about learning the stuff and not performing. Most of the time our first ever competition would turn up to be horrible but, you learn from mistakes."
I hesitated to answer. Mainly because I didn't know what to say.
"Wow" is all I could manage out.
Y/N was a really smart person, she always knew what needed to be done, and what she could do to make things easier. She's really good at choreography. Sometimes, when our choreographer is struggling on what to put in the musical, I suggest Y/N to help and sometimes they let her.
"I guess we should get ready huh?" She suggested into my bicep.
"Yeah" I said with a sarcastic tone in my voice.
Me and Y/N both got up and she went to find an outfit in my spare closet. I picked out my outfit and headed to the shower with Y/N running behind me trying to beat me to the shower.
"Ha!" I said and closed the door.
"Oh whatever!" She exclaimed in annoyance.

Y/N's POV
I'm so glad me and Leslie are together now. I really love him and I was hoping that he loved me too. But now I'm for sure he does. Just being with him makes me the happiest person alive. I'm able to be sure that I'm going to wake up with him on my side. And unlike my past boyfriends, there is not a doubt in my mind that he will hurt me, emotionally or physically. I'm just glad that I'm with him.

I heard the water stop.

"God finally you're out!"
You playfully pushed him.
"Oh stop whining girl! You literally take longer than me." He light fully pushed you back.
You walked into the bathroom towel in hand and outfit in the other.
"Well I'm not bald like you am I?" You giggled.
"First of all," he got sassy and put up finger acting like a sassy girl. "I'm not bald I have hair it's just really short"
"Okay, okay" you stated sarcastically and closed the door.

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