(nobody wanted this but I sure did)
[Reader's POV]
I strolled through the town, arm in arm with my brother Lafayette. A few of his buddies tagged along.
Hamilton, Laurens, Mulligan, and Burr.
They laughed and talked while I stayed quiet, as to not interrupt them.
Hamilton ran ahead, then after came the rest of the boys, leaving me to catch up. They darted through a crowd to the center, where a trembling loyalist stood on a crate, stating his beliefs.
"Oh my god, tear this dude apart," whispered Mulligan, earning a laugh from the other men. I listened to what the loyalist said.
"Hear ye, hear ye!" He yelled above the murmurs of the patriots, "My name is Samuel Seabury!"
He continued, and eventually Hamilton decided to go up and embarrass the poor man further.
"It's hard to listen to you with a straight face!" He laughed, and Seabury got more flushed. He regained himself and scooted the crate in front of the other man, standing up in front of him and continuing.
I giggled at his childish action, and he looked up at me. I waved and his face flushed pure red. He stumbled over his words, and I felt even worse for him when Alexander became more intense.
I looked over at Burr, who was staring angrily at Hamilton.
"Burr," I whispered. He hummed and looked at me with a completely straight face, "Do something!" I motioned at Hamilton picking at the poor man who was sweating and scrambling through his papers, trying to keep up with his opponent. Burr walked over, and the other three men tried to stop him, but he pushed through.
"Alexander please," He pulled Alexander off of the crate, where he was about to push the loyalist off.
The majority of the crowd continued their day as they got bored of watching Burr scold Hamilton. John, Mulligan, and Lafayette looked at me.
"Why'd you ruin the show? The damned loyalist was about to start begging for mercy!" John whined, and the three laughed.
"Whine to Burr, I don't have the patience," I say, and they all walk to Burr and start the whining up again. I looked over to where the loyalist was gathering his belongings, and I saw two muscular patriots walk up to him. One knocked the papers out of his hand and the other pushed him back, causing him to trip over his crate and fall on his back. They began kicking him, and he tried desperately to get up.
Before I realized what I was doing, I was standing in front of the men.
"Leave him be," I said, sternly. All three looked up at me. One of the patriots stepped over him and stood before me, crossing his arms. The other continued beating the loyalist.
"Or else...?" He smirked.
"My brother is very close with General Washington and I will not hesitate to have you executed!" I said, and he didn't budge.
"Prove it," He spat, and I fell to my knees and shrieked. It caught the attention of Lafayette and his friends. They marched over and started a riot.
Lafayette cursed at him in french, Laurens punched him, Alexander accompanied Lafayette with the french, and both Mulligan and Burr helped me up and made sure I was alright. The commotion made the two men run, while the boys chased them off, leaving me and the loyalist lying on the floor in pain.
"Are you alright?" I kneeled beside him, placing a gentle hand on his bruised cheek.
"Y-yes I suppose," he replied.
"Those patriots can be tough," I said, picking his papers up and trying to put them in order. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sit up.
"You're a loyalist?" He asked, with the biggest smile I'd seen in a while.
"I don't see why we need to fight so much. Sure the taxes can be unnecessary but peace is so much nicer," I ramble, taking a seat on the ground next to him after putting the pile of papers onto the crate.
"A lady shouldn't sit on the pavement!" He exclaimed, groaning as he attempted to get up. I stopped him, and he slumped back down.
"You're in no position to be getting up so suddenly," I smile reassuringly and hold out my arm to help him up. He takes it and I lift his weight with ease. He stumbles at first, but I put my hands on his sides to help him balance. In the distance I notice Lafayette jogging up to us.
"Ma sœur, shall we go home now?" He asked, without looking at the loyalist.
"Oui, but," I turn to face the loyalist, "Would you like to come with us for tea?"
"That sounds lovely," He said. Lafayette scoffed, but agreed.
On our walk back, Lafayette walked far ahead. I knew the way home by heart, in case I were to wander too far into the town.
"I never heard your name," He said, with a smile. He looked down at his feet every time I looked at him. He limped a bit as well.
"(Y/n)," I said, trying to wipe the goofy smile off my face.
"(Y/n)..."He repeated, as if he were analyzing it, "Its a beautiful name, really. I'm Samuel Seabury, but you can call me Sam, if you'd like,"
"Well, Sam," I giggled, and he laughed too, "I'm glad we met,"
"I am too," He said. And with that, we reached the house. He and my brother let me go in first, then Sam, then Lafayette.
"Please, Sam, make yourself at home while I put on the kettle," I made my way to the kitchen, and the two boys
sat in the living room, Lafayette not taking his eyes off of Sam.
I walked out to see my brother angrily staring at Sam, and Sam seeming extremely uncomfortable.
"Mon frère, please," I motion to the staircase and he leaves me and Sam. I sit on the velvet couch next to him and he scoots closer.
"So, (Y/n), do you have a husband?" He asked, causing me to blush.
"I don't have one. Do you have a wife?" I asked, secretly hoping he didn't.
"I do not," He said, folding his hands in his lap.
I paused for a moment before taking one of his clammy hands in mine.
"Maybe you could," I suggested, and he looked at me with wide eyes.
"But your brother and his friends-"
"Want me to be happy," I interrupted him.
"Would someone like you really want to be with someone like me?"
"There's only one way to find out," I purred. He looked down at my lips then back up, and I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same thing and I leaned in. The moment his lips barely made contact with mine, the kettle whistled. We both jumped back, startled.
"Damned kettle," He joked and I giggled. I walked to the kitchen and poured the tea into two teacups and brought them back to the living room, sitting next to him again. He took my hand in his again.
"Where were we?" I asked. He smiled and leaned in. The kiss was sweet, until another interruption ensued.
"Ma sœur!"
Hey guys little authors note.
Let me know if you want a part two of this. I have a few ideas.
