Winter//A Lin-Manuel Miranda / Hamilton Fanfic (ON HOLD FOR HOWEVER LONG LMAO)

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LIN'S POV

Why did I act like that? There wasn't even a logical reason for me to ask her that, let alone get mad because she answered me. I'm so stupid. I liked her. I still do. Maybe one day we would love each other and get married and be one unit forever. But now I wasn't so sure, after all that had happened. But we did kiss. I'm confused. I'm just stupid.

Time Skip to Before Show

Pippa couldn't perform today, so Winter would be playing Eliza. This would be awkward. I walked into the theatre and saw a couple of people talking. But none of them was Winter. I just decided that I should a least try to not think about her. I walked around for a bit to say to everyone. But I think we all know the real reason. Anyways, I looked around. Still no Winter. I decided I would give up, that would bring me a step forward in trying to get her off my mind. And eventually, I did. I laid down on the turn-table with Leslie and we talked a little as they were testing it. Around 10 minutes later, a panting Winter ran down the isle.

"Hey guys, s-sorry, it was a little crowded on the streets today." She said as she placed her hands on her head, in, what I'm assuming, hopes to catch her breath. Then I had to make a split-second decision on if I should say anything or not.

"It's fine, call is in 10 minutes anyw-" I trailed off. I could tell she was ignoring me, so I decided that I shouldn't get on her nerves. Whenever we walked down the same corridor or looked at each other, she would put her head down or glance away. I felt so bad. I was never like this. Why now? Hormones? Puberty? Ugh- really Lin, puberty? You're 30.

"Stand-by" I heard over the intercom. It was show time.

The show started off pretty normal, until Helpless came along. I could tell she looked a little tense, which I could completely understand. She didn't know any better last night then to kiss me. I blocked her, and maybe she just wanted me to get off of her chest. Maybe, maybe not. I'm assuming that it was maybe, but I don't know, I guess.

"Eliza, I don't have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame-" I let the words fall out of my mouth. But I was absent. I was just kind of happy that I could look into her eyes. I could tell she was trying to communicate a 'please don't think about it now' look. But I remain looking apologetic. I felt too bad. Then it was time for us to kiss.

"Helpless-" She sang as we cut each other off with a wedding kiss. She was even more tense than before. Satisfied comes on and we kiss twice more. She seemed more willing to get down to business and make it look real. Then, we had to walk off the stage together. Right when we got off the stage, she looked at me for a second and tried to unlink her arm. But I held on.

"What are you doing... you have to go on," She said very quickly. She was right, too. I was about to miss my cue. I wanted to at least say something, but I had no time. And with that I walked away and went back on stage. For about 5 minutes I anticipated Wait For It so I could say something to her. Something. I ran off the stage and looked for Winter after I ended Story of Tonight. 

WINTER'S POV

I stayed off-stage, gazing off into the distance when I felt an arm on my shoulder.

"Look, Winter-" He said. But he didn't say anything else.

"Lin, why?" I said, feeling like I had teary-eyes, even though I didn't. "I didn't say anything to you last night, and you start arguing because we went out as friends. And then you kiss me. Yeah, sure, I kissed back, but what else was I supposed to do in that situation? Look at it in my perspective, too, next time." Next time? Why did I say that?

"Winter... I'm so, so sorry." He said, with pain in his eyes. He looked away occasionally as he spoke. "I guess I felt upset. Upset because it was a 'just friend thing' to you."

"Your point?" I say, confused.

"My point," he started, "is that I guess I wanted it to be a date." He said. That was surprising.

"Lin, I-"

"Shh. I know. I'm sorry."

"No, its not that."

"Oh, you were gonna call me something?" He asked, sounding disappointed.

"No."

"Oh." He said.

I started to stand up from the couch I was sitting on. He had already stood up while apologizing. "Lin." I started walking closer, and eventually he did too.

"I forgive you." I said.

"Yay!" He cheered. But we still continued to walk closer. Right when we were about to kiss I interrupted.

"Wait For It's almost over.." I said, but he just froze, expressionless and confused. What a goof.

"I guess I'll have to wait for it then," He said. I giggled at the pun as he ran over and pecked me cheek before whisper-yelling "Nana nana boo boo!" just like he did when he was drunk and went on-stage. But then, right before going on, he realized he was a little early so he came back.

"Thank you for being a precious cinnamon roll." He said and kissed me. This time, it was on the lips. It wasn't fake. It wasn't out of panic. It was real. And with that, he ran on stage.