Running Into Hamilton

Tell Him- part 28

Now I'm baby Lafayette, but i wouldn't want to be with anyone else.
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*Maddie pov*

I'm sitting in French class, somewhat zoning out. "Bonjour class, c'est Mardi! Ça va?" The teacher asks, receiving a cacophony of "bien" "tres bien" "mal" "comme çe, comme ça" from her French 1 class. Riley nudges me with his elbow. "You alright?" "Oh, ya, I just didn't go to sleep until really late last night. I'm good though." I respond. "What did you do you always go to bet pretty early?" He asks. "Ill tell you at lunch." I whisper and continue taking notes.

I continue the boring and long day until lunch, the only fun part of today. I sit down after getting food for once. Our school has a track record for not having nearly enough food that didn't make your stomach turn. I sit down and Riley immediately pounces on my about last night. "Ok, you promised to tell me at lunch, it's lunch, spill." He says, wrapping an arm around me. I really don't deserve him. "Well, your looking at America's favorite fighting Frenchman, well, his understudy." I say. Cara, Julia and sara all perk up and gasp, while Riley wraps me in a hug.

"That's amazing maddie! Did Mr. Diggs let you go on yesterday?" God, I love him. He refers to everyone in the cast as Mr or Miss, even though they all said not to, aside from Anthony and Jazz. "Ya. It was so fun. I mean, I may or may not have had a panic attack," I mumbled, hoping Riley wouldn't hear, "but once I got on stage, it was so fun." I say, wrapped in a hug. He did hear me.

We all finished our lunches and went to 6th period. I took notes and went through social stidies, excited because it was the American revolution. I knew quite a bit about this. Riley laughs at how engaged I am in this class, but I love Hamilton so much that I know all of the historical inaccuracies of it. After social studies, me and Riley do some homework and practice our new French vocabulary that we got today.

Riley and I make our way to the auditorium. We both stretch and warm up. We talk and hang out. He makes a point od kissing me right when the two girls that made the hate page about me were looking at us. Then I realize I didn't tell him about the hate page. "Riley, they made a hate page about me. It got taken down, and they're in serious trouble, but this is the screenshot." I tell him, showing him my phone.

His face hardens, then looks up and softens at the sight of right my face. He hugs me tightly and whispers to me. "Dot believe it. And I saw Twitter. Don't listen to that either." He says, letting me go. We go through the rehearsal and then i walk out tyo Lins car. I check my phone and Riley snapchatted me. "Is that the Snapchat? Get off the Snapchat!" Lin jokes at me as he pulls away from the curb.

We drive to the theater and I finish the last bits of my homework. I'm sitting in my room listening to the Willy Wonka soundtrack and a few tears stream down my face. When i was younger, gene wilder was one of my favorite actors, and Willy Wonka was my favorite movie of his. I used to pretend I lived with him. Before I know it I hear Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story and I get ready to sleep.

Anthony comes in and sits on my bed. "Come on, you're coming home tonight or you're giving me your phone. Actually, no. You're just coming home." He says, picking me up and carrying me to the stage door. He puts me down and let's me walk to the car.

The three of us drive to the apartment and I immediately jump on my bed and fall asleep. Anthonys just trying to protect me. I love him for that.
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