Lafayette hurried towards the library, his black boots clicking on the pavement.
His dear friend (Y/N) was helping him practice his English.
Gilbert Lafayette (better known as Lafayette) was a French transfer student. Although he spoke fluent English for the majority of the time, he sometimes flubbed up some words. Those were the times when he got flustered.
He barged through the library doors, his curly ponytail bobbing behind him.
"Shh!" The librarian glared, hissing at him.
"Excuse me, Madame..." He whispered, his thick, French accent oozing through his words.
Lafayette looked around, trying to find any sign of (Y/N). He suddenly saw her, his dark eyes widening with joy.
(Y/N) smiled, waving him over. Lafayette quickly ran over, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"(Y/N)!" He hugged her, groaning slightly when the librarian shushed him again.
"Why'd you have to choose such a..a..stern library?"
"It's the only library here, Laf." (Y/N) smiled, giggling softly. Lafayette's ears burned, his face heating up as well. He actually liked (Y/N)... And he knew she wouldn't feel the same. The two were just too different.
Lafayette took a seat, smiling at the girl. "So, where shall we start?
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FanfictionAs I have become true Hamiltrash, I figure I need to write Fanfiction. Requests are open! *steps away* I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future Wattpadians wonder how Microwave reacted when you read her boooooook~
