Laurens, I like you a lot Hamilton College AU

Chapter 7 where it's really long so buckle up kids

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Omg 200 wwwhhhhaaaaaaaatttttttttttt
I'm trying okay
I found a translate thing that isn't Google translate so the freaking French shouldn't be too bad (I hope hahah)
I'm not the only one who uses frozen peas in a bag as an icepack right? If not try it, it works
How do dorms work? I don't know!! How many dorms are there in the dorm building?! I don't know!!!!!
Holy heck that last pov is really fluffy wow
((Note: none of the art I've used is mine and this one in specific belongs to midnigtartist))

John Laurens pov

Alexander held the freezing cold washcloth to my eye. I had said that I'd got it but he wouldn't listen.
I shifted uncomfortably, noting how our knees rested against each other. My face felt warm and I was like 80% sure I looked like a tomato.
"Are you ever gonna tell me what the thing said, because from what I can tell I'm right. And you are just making the washcloth really cold to torture me."
Alexander sighed and replied his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Yes, I'm trying to torture you because you have a black eye and I'm mad."
I bit my lip and shrugged, "Well I wouldn't hold it against you."
He pulled the cloth away. "It said that you have to keep it cold and we don't have any cold steaks to put against it so I'm using a washcloth."
"Oh... Actually, in the freezer there's a bag of peas-they work kinda like an ice pack and stay cold longer..," I breathed kinda quietly.
Alexander nodded and hopped up, heading to the fridge.
He came back a minute or two later bearing the frozen bag of peas.
I noticed that he had wrapped a new cloth around it.
He handed it to me and questioned, "Who taught you that?"
I held the bag to my eye while keeping the other eye low. My mom had taught me. She was dead now, she had cancer. I felt my eyes fill with tears but I blinked them away and uttered, "My mom-mother..."
"Oh, can I meet her sometime? Uh, cause my mother had a lot of similar ideas," he added and I looked up to see him scratching his neck awkwardly.
I took a shaky breath and whispered, "She's dead..."
"Oh! I'm sorry," he cried putting his hand on my arm, causing the butterflies in my stomach to flutter despite the conversation.
"... My... My mother's gone to," he sympathized.
I smiled sadly, "I'm sorry for your loss, I bet she was a great mother."
"I bet yours was too."
Then we sat in comfortable silence, both of us in our heads.

Peggy ((yay my child <333)) pov

I shook my head, "What's his problem?" I asked frowning at John as he and Alexander walked away.
Herc snorted and Laf started laughing real hard. Burr just rolled his eyes and breathed, "angry, jealous, idiot."
Angelica and Eliza shared confused looks. And Maria and me shared knowing looks.
She giggled and kissed my nose causing my to laugh my loud obnoxious laugh that she loved and I hated.
When Laf could breathe regularly again he said seriously, "John gets jealous easily, and when he's jealous he is reckless and self destructive."
Angelica nodded, Eliza whispered, "Poor thing," Maria squeezed my hand, and I asked Laf, "But who was he jealous over?"
Laf snorted and shook his head.
"I'm keeping that a secret. For now," he added with a wink.
I smiled and pulled out my phone. "Wanna trade numbers?" I questioned looking up from it.
"Yah sure. I'll give you John's as well."

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Back to John's pov

Alexander had put on something. It was called doctor who I think? I could be wrong, I was lost either way.
Then my phone buzzed. I sighed, pulling it out and adjusting the peas on my eyes.

*insert random number here because I don't know Peggy's phone#*: Hello John

GayTurtles: Who are you?

*random number*: Peggy, the gay one from McDonalds

GayTurtles: Oh okay cool, Laf gave you my number?