Soulmate AU's (Hamilton)

Goodnight Moon (Herclaf)

Lafayette was nervous, no lie. He looked over his suit and had redone his hair for the third time, then sighed and flopped down onto his bed. Today was the day. He had sworn he was going to participate in the school's choral performance, and he was going to do it whether he wanted to or not: He had to! He felt like vomiting, but he really needed to push himself out of his comfort zone. He needed to: what he was doing required him to be. Lafayette had promised himself, that singing this, he'd let go of his love in France. He'd let go of Adrienne. She had seen him one last time, when he visited last summer, before dying into the winter a day after Christmas.... Her last words to Lafayette being: Je suis toute à vous.  

Lafayette finally decided that he was beautiful in what he had on, and walked out: confident, for once that day. HE took a deep breath, jogging down the stairs of his apartment building and out to his car. Yes, he was a high schooler that lived in an apartment. He was brought in by the Washington's as an exchange student about 3 years ago, and when Lafayette's parents cut him off because he left France, (And ultimately put the 19 year old up for adoption), they had decided to adopt him. Along with one of Lafayette's school mates, and close friend, Alexander Hamilton. They were... an odd family, but still the best family Lafayette could have. 

He opened his car door, climbing in and buckling up, trying to calm the sick feeling in his stomach. He sighed, turning on his car and waiting for Alexander to come outside. He came out five minutes after Lafayette, coffee in hand. Lafayette smiled: he did look nice in his suit. Alexander talked the entire ride to the school about what he and John were performing, but all Lafayette could focus on was singing. He was so fucking nervous. He knew Adrienne was his only love, this was agonizing that he wasn't next to her. That he had been in America. That he had to hear her mumble her last words to him threw the phone. He felt his eyes prick with tears, and tried to push the feelings back so Alexander wouldn't see. 

Only Martha knew. Only Martha would ever see Lafayette break, and that was that. Lafayette hadn't token her dying the greatest, but he hadn't let anyone see him vulnerable. Not even his friends, or his step father. He hadn't even meant for Martha to find out. She had walked into his room with laundry moments after Lafayette found out. He had been crouched on his bed, sobbing into his hands and listening to a dead phone line. Shaking, because the last thing she had whispered to him was: I am all yours. Lafayette didn't even know she was dying. He would've come back to France, he would've dropped everything. Martha had dropped the laundry basket she was holding, shut the door, and went to wrap Lafayette in a hug. He asked her not to tell: She promised she wouldn't. 

They rounded the corner, pulling into the school parking lot. It took Lafayette a moment to find a proper parking spot, all the while his head spinning. Adrienne, Martha, and his newest crush... god, Lafayette knew Adrienne wouldn't want him mourning her forever at such a young age, deep down he did. Or else Lafayette wouldn't have developed feelings for someone else. He looked out the front mirror at the sky, the moon barely peaking out from behind the misty clouds. Alexander's car door slamming as he exited the vehicle startled him from his current day dream. He clambered out, looking up at the school, before taking a deep breath and following Alexander in. 

They made their way to the back room, and Alex immediately went t go find John so they could practice. Lafayette figured he'd better find where the piano he was using would be set up. While he was walking threw the crowded room, he was bumped and shoved, but everything was met with a polite or laughed sorry, so it didn't falter Lafayette. He clutched the music he had brought with him in his hands, his stomach queasy. He was playing piano for everyone in the show tonight: he was filling in for their sick pianist. He sat down at the traditional sleek black piano, and sighed. He raised his hands, fingers gliding over the keys softly, before making contact and playing a shaky G Minor scale.