Hamilton story

Coming home

(The characters Sami and Emma are made up)

Sami slowly walked up the never ending stairs to her apartment. ‘Why must we live on the fourth floor,’ she thought. ‘At least work is over so I can finally relax.’ She reached her apartment and dug through her purse. She pulled out her apartment key and struggled opening the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a note taped to the door as well as a loaded nerf gun on the floor. She pulled the note off the wall before pushing the door open.

‘Dearest, Sami,
Welcome home. I have a nerf gun, and so do you. Loser makes dinner. XO John’

‘Shit,’ she thought. ‘I'm screwed.’

Slowly, she opened the door, looked left then right, and quietly stepped in. She threw her things on the couch and ran to the wall, her back to it.

“Hey,” Someone whispered. She looked around the room, aiming her weapon. “No, wait, I'm your ally.” Sami found the source of the voice. The closet. A dark hand came out of the clothes, beckoning to her. “Over here,” Sami made her way over and into the closet.

“Mulligan?” She whispered.

“Yeah. Lafayette, Hamilton, Emma, and Burr are here too. Aaron already got Alex, ironically, and Emma shot Burr. This is freaking intense.” He told her. “We were invited over for dinner and then we see all these guns on the floor and the same note you got. Laurens is gonna pay for this.”

The two duck down as yelling is heard. “NOT FAIR! I'm not supposed to be doing the fighting!! You hit me above the waist!! I demand to still be alive!!”

Mulligan sighed. “Oh yeah. That guy’s here too.”

The man left while mumbling under his breath. “I WILL KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!” With that, he slammed the door shut.

Sami rolled her eyes. “I'm going in.” Sami crawled out, hiding under an upside down easy chair. Lafayette ran by the chair, running for the closet. Mulligan jumped out  aimed, and fired at the Frenchman.

“Sacre bleu!” Lafayette threw his pistol on the floor and walked off to Alex and Burr in defeat. “America is so strange…”

Sami struggled to hold in a laugh. It's was just her, her best friend Emma, Hercules Mulligan, and her boyfriend, John Laurens. She wondered how she was supposed to survive now.

She tiptoed out from her hiding spot and into the too quiet living room. Rustling came from the other room. Automatically she raised her weapon. A blonde haired girl came into her view. She raised her arms up.

“Hey woah, it's just me. Chill.” Sami lowered her gun at the sight of her friend. “I literally just came here for food and this happened.” Emma gestured to the upside down furniture and trashed apartment. “Allies?” She asked.

“Sure,” Sami agreed. The two walked back to back, Emma in the back, Sami in the front, into the kitchen where they suspected John to be.

“AAAAH!!” Mulligan ran into the kitchen, hiding behind them. “HE’S COMING!”

Both girls aimed for where Herc came from. A dart flew in between Emma and Sami, hitting Hercules in the shoulder. Dramatically, he fell to the floor, crawling to the rest of the “dead.”

“Avenge me…” He croaked.

John Laurens coolly sauntered in. His curly hair was tied back in a ponytail. He smirked. “Hey baby. Welcome home.” He quickly and subtly shot Emma in the stomach. She fell to her knees, crawling out just as dramatically as Mulligan did.

“Avenge all of us. Except for George and Burr. I don't like either of them.” Emma told Sami.

Sami looked up from her fallen friend and into Lauren’s eyes. “You sick, evil human.” She whispered.

Laurens laughed. “So it's just me and you.” He spread out his legs, doing a half split. He wiggled his fingers. “This apartment ain't big enough for the two of us.” He spoke with a horrible southern a accent.

“Really, cuz I believe we managed to fit 1,2,3,4...8 people in here.” Sami retorted. John rolled his eyes.

“I say you duel!” Burr yelled from the living room.

“I'll count!” Lafayette yelled.

“Can someone count in English?” Mulligan sighed.

“Guys, just let them continue!” Emma groaned.

“Yeah, I don't like that duel idea.” Alex agreed.

John turned around. “Fine! Someone just count so-”

BAM!

Sami fired at his back. Burr’s eyes went wide in shock. Lafayette and Alex struggled to hold in a laugh while Herc and Emma couldn't care less and were on the floor, dying of laughter.

“Yus!!!” Sami fist pumped in the air. “I don't have to make dinner, I don't have to make dinner…” She sang and danced around her boyfriend. “In your FACE!”

“Ya know what,” he growled. “I want to hate you, but I can't. I'll go make dinner. BUT IT’S GONNA BE MAC N CHEESE WHETHER ANY OF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.” He exclaimed, digging through the cabinets.

***

Everyone had helped clean up as John made dinner and set the table. The apartment looked...good enough.

Everyone sat at the table, Alexander at the head, Emma holding his hand on the side, Sami by Emma, John next to Sami, Hercules at the other head, and Lafayette and Burr across John and Emma.

“This is actually way better than going out. I feel accomplished, even though you made this masterpiece.” Sami joked.

“You're just lucky I let you win.” He ruffled her hair.

“AUGH, stop,” she laughed.

“You have cheese on your face,” John pointed.

“Where?” Sami asked.

He kissed her lips. “Right there.” Sami turned beet red as the rest of the boys laughed.

“You're stupid.” Sami smiled, attempting to remove the awkwardness.

All he could do was smile back.