Eliza, Alexander, and the Great Commotion of Jefferson's Rude Invasion

Chapter III: Ice Cream

The bell on the door of the ice cream parlor tinkled as Alex pushed it open and stepped into the colorfully decorated shop. He scanned the small room, looking for his friends.

After only a second, he spotted Lafayette's curly ponytail and made his way over to the table.

Hercules Mulligan had joined John and Lafayette. He was the strongest, most athletic guy at the school, and very popular. For some reason that none of them could figure out, at the beginning of the year he had started sitting with the trio at lunch, and had quickly been integrated into the friend group.

Alex sat himself down beside John, and greeted Mulligan with a nod.

"How'd it go?" Lafayette asked.

"She is something else." He passed a hand over his hair, gazing dreamily into the distance.

"Who?" asked Mulligan.

"Maria." Alex spoke the word as if it was sacred. Each syllable precious.

"Maria Reynolds," Lafayette clarified. "They met up after school to talk."

"Wait. Wasn't she dating that James dude? The older guy?" John said.

"No, I think they broke up the other day," Mulligan answered. "Something about him thinking her favorite skirt was ugly."

"Ah." John poked at his ice cream.

There was silence for a moment. Then Alex stood. "I'm going to get some ice cream."

When he got back, Mulligan and Lafayette had begun a card game, while John looked on.

"So man," Alex slid back into his seat, "how'd the game to yesterday?"

Mulligan grinned at him. "We won 12 to 5!"

"Dude!" John gave him a high-five. "That's awesome! How many slam dunks did you get?"

Mulligan laughed. "None this game."

"Ah well," Lafayette took a bite of his ice cream, "maybe next time, eh?"

"So, how did you guys feel about the results of the election?" Mulligan asked.

John grimaced. "Bad question."

"Ah," Mulligan said knowingly. "Still a sore subject?"

Alex nodded.

"Well at least we're all glad to be rid of King. J'ai raison?" Lafayette said.

"Definitely," Alex agreed. "He really was starting to see himself as a king."

"King George!" John called in a British accent, brandishing his spoon in the air. "How very British."

"Tea, my dear?" Alex offered, mimicking a similar accent.

John turned up his nose. "One does not call the king of England 'my dear'."

"Aww, don't tease the poor Britt," Lafayette chided. "He's the only one in school that's from my continent!"

Mulligan laughed. "You Europeans! Thinking you're too posh for the rest of us!"

Lafayette stared at him for a long moment. "But we are."

He spoke so seriously that the rest of them paused for a moment, before seeing the grin that quickly formed in his face.

Then they were all laughed.

"Got you, stupid Americans!" Lafayette boasted.

"That you did," admitted John. "That you did."

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"I'm home!" Alex pushed open the door of his adopted parents house.

"Alex! How was school?" His adopted mother came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.

"It was good. We have a project to work on."

"Sounds good. We're having lasagna for dinner. But you need to clean up your room first."

"Yes Ma'am."

Alex headed upstairs to his room. It was already perfectly neat, so he just sat down on his bed and pulled his homework out of his backpack.

Time to get started on that project.

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