Hamilton One-Shots!

Cookie Dough

The four friends walked into Walmart on a mission. It was almost midnight, but they were in dire need of cookie dough. They had a good reason though. Break ups are better with cookie dough. Everything's better with cookie dough really, but they need to cheer up Alex. His girlfriend Eliza had text-dumped him about an hour ago. Cookie dough was a necessity right now.
John was running around shirtless in pj pants and giving Alex a piggy back ride through the store. Alex was in a tank top and athletic shorts and had a bit of a glum smile on his face. Herc was the only one in day clothes and was pushing the cart, trying to keep everyone focused on the cookie dough mission. Laf was laying in the cart, sleep deprived and in a onesie, spewing random things in French.
"La pâte à biscuits est l'amour," Laf blurted.
"Laf you can just sleep in the cart if you're that tired," Herc told him.
"Non, non, je n'ai pas besoin de dormir," Laf yawned.
"Okay then baguette," Herc said, looking around. "John, Alex where are you?" He yelled, not seeing them close by. Herc didn't get a vocal response. John came charging towards the cart with Alex on his back, who was giggling like an idiot. John slid to a stop next to the cart. Alex dropped multiple stuffed animals on top of Laf and into the cart.
"Chien, chat, éléphant, animal, humain, français, baguette, Laf!" Lafayette sang, naming the animals and trailing off. Alex got off of John's back and soon the two of them were standing on either side of the cart.
"Children," Herc mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" John said, pretending to be offended.
"You guys are children," Herc rolled his eyes.
"Excuse you, but can children drive themselves to buy cookie dough and stuffed animals and other necessities at around midnight? No, no they cannot, therefor we are not children," sassed John.
"Let's just get the cookie dough and leave please? We can do more cheering up stuff at home," Herc said annoyed.
"Yeah we can-OH MAH GAWD ARE THOSE FUZZY BLANKETS?!?" Screamed John. He jumped from his perch on the cart and ran over to the wire bin holding a mountain of soft blankets. Alex jumped off too and scampered behind John. Herc brought the cart and sleep deprived mumbling Laf to the blankets also.
"Mah smol bean needs dis," John said, draping one over Alex. He snuggled the blanket and gave a little smile.
"Thank," he responded.
"Mah smol bean," John smiled and threw more blankets into the cart.
"I don't really think we need that many," Herc said.
"Shhhhhh," Laf giggled, muffled by the blankets that had been thrown atop him, "Les couvertures sont agréables,"
"I'll agree with whatever he said," John claimed. He took the now burrito known as Alex by the hand and grabbed the front of the shopping cart with his other.
"To the cookie dough!" John yelled and began dragging friends along. They criss crossed across the store, getting distracted by things in their way to the cookie dough and not knowing where it was even located. Soon the cart was full with everything but cookie dough and the only signs of Laf were his legs dangling from cart and faint phrases in French.
"Mes amis, mes amis, je ne peux pas respirer," the stack of randomness mumbled.
"Should we ask someone where the cookie dough is?" Alex, who was again on John's back and still wrapped in his blanket, asked.
"We can find it," John said. Herc just rolled his eyes, grumbling.
"We've been here like an hour, our baguette is suffocating under all the crap we're buying, and we're all tired and need to sleep, we are going to either ask someone or go home. You chose," he said, clearly annoyed.
"Ask," Alex said.
"Yeah, ask," John agreed. The friends trotted off, ready for the new adventure of finding someone who worked at the store. Within less than a couple minutes, they had found one.
"Cookie dough's over in aisle ten, the freezer section. That it?" The girl with hair dyed red at the tips asked with a pop of her gum.
"Yup that's it, thanks," John said, smiling at the girl who twirled her hair and gave a small smirk back. The friends started toward aisle ten.
"She liked you," Alex teased John.
"Nuh uh," he replied.
"She did so,"
"No,"
"Yeah,"
"No,"
"Yeah,"
"No,"
"Yeah,"
"No,"
"Yea-"
"You guys are five year old," Herc groaned.
"Mignon cinq ans," Laf mumbled, still under the mountain of stuff. The four of them soon made it to aisle ten and began the search for the cookie dough.
"I bet I can find it before you!" John yelled, pushing Alex off of his back, onto the floor and running down the aisle.
"No fair!" Alex yelled from the ground. He pulled himself up and followed John at a sprint. The race to see who could find the cookie dough first ended quickly when John walked back to the cart triumphantly dumping about ten packages of the stuff into it.
"You got a head start," Alex said, crossing his arms.
"It's okay mah smol bean," John smiled, picking up Alex and carrying him. Alex wrapped his arms and legs around John, still with a bit of a pout.
"You stilled cheated," he said, nuzzling his face against John's neck.
"Is that it? Can we leave now?" Herc asked.
"Yeah," Alex sighed.
"Now we can go home and eat cookie dough and watch crappy movies and stuff," John said.
"Pâte à biscuits," mumbled Laf.

Hey there human! How's it been? Good I hope! You know what's amazing?
THE FACT THAT SOMEHOW I HAVE OVER ONE HUNDRED READS ON THIS STORY!!! I was freaking out when I checked and saw that. I had been getting really excited watching as the numbers climbed and then it was there! EEK! Happy. I still can't believe that over a hundred people have seen this. It's just crazy to me. I never expected it.
So yeah, I did a lil' group AU for you guys. I used google translate for the French so it could be wrong, if it is and you tell me I'll change it. Thanks! Also, I might have been craving cookie dough while I was writing this. I hope you guys enjoyed it!