Don't Throw Away Your Shot

5. You Simply Must Meet Thomas. Thomas!

Laurens POV

I felt my cheeks heat up again as Hamilton left, having a moment before being winked at. I turned back around, my mind reeling. I looked down at the stage, seeing Washingdad and Hamilton shouting at each other. Washingdad left to go backstage, leaving Hamilton on the stage, fuming. After looking up at us, he followed, his head down. I watched him leave, Next to me Lafayette jabbed me with his elbow. I looked up at him, scowling.

"What?" I hissed, my cheeks burning.

"You should thank me. I just set you up," he leant back, a satisfied look on his face.

"Wait what? How?" I stood up in a panic, glaring down at him.

"Well, Anthony Ramos was the lucky bastard that got sort of into sorts with Lin-Manuel Miranda, if you know what I mean." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Mul and the girls laughed around me.

I sat back down, my cheeks pretty much on fire, shoving my hands in my trouser pockets. I looked away from the group, half-smiling, only to look back when Mul spoke up.

"So you will be comin' home with us today, we need to rehearse and you need to learn all your parts. We will all be auditioning tomorrow," Mul told me, leaning back from behind Laf.

"Fine. There better be food though," I responded, pouting.

"Oh don't worry, Lafayette here goes shopping regularly, although I'm not sure if we have anything healthy," he somewhat assured me.

"Yeah. And none of you help me," he crossed his arms, coping my pout.

"Well maybe we should, last time you came back with a baker's dozen of baguettes!" Eliza commented, laughing, her arms draped over the back of the seat.

"You all loved those baguettes and you know it!" Laf shouted jokingly, waving his hands in the air and pointing accusingly at the girls.

Their laughs spreaded out through the hall, earning some scowls from the other students.

"So are we going to listen to the soundtrack or not?" I asked with a smirk, after they had calmed down.

"We can wait. You only need to memorise one song for tomorrow anyway," Angelica reassured me, waving her hand in my direction, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Yeah, we have all the time in the world...until Friday anyway," Mul added.

I rested my head back on the seat, looking down at the other students. Most were in groups with a laptop shared between them. As I scanned the others my gaze fell on a man, looking rather pissed, followed by another. He looked up at us, and, gesturing to his companion, started running up the stairs towards us. His hair was strangely similar to that of Laf's, except it was out, the tight curls sticking up. The others looked at him and I heard Lafayette sigh beside me before putting on a smile. The stranger ran up behind Laf's chair before speaking in a strong Virginian accent.

"Howdy, my baguette foundling brother!" He reached over and hugged Laf from behind, getting a pat on the arm from the Frenchman.

"Oui, Oui Thomas," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"Hiya everyone!" he directed at the others, waving a hand. He looked at all the chairs and his gaze connected with mine. "Who's this kid?" he asked Laf, gesturing to me.

"This is mon ami, John Laurens. He just moved here."

"Well Laurens," he stuck out a hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you." I shook his hand, nodding shyly.

"Where's Madison? Left him for some else yet?" The girls giggled to themselves.

"He's right here. And I'm never leaving my Maddy." A shy looking boy stepped out from behind Jefferson, blushing slightly.