Hamilton X Reader

Charles Lee X Reader

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Modern
Female reader

Hamilton had practically begged you to come to John Laurens infamous "End of Testing party. He had a major crush on John, and wanted to get closer to him, but also wanted to have a nice and sober friend near by if he got out of hand. You tried every trick in the book to get out of going to the party, even debating with him. Alexander was on the debate team, so of freaking course he had the upper hand.

In the end, you finally agreed to going, but only because he said he'd get you candy on the way home. All you wanted to do was chill at home, maybe take a nap. It was a day brimming to the top with annoyance. You wore your cold shouldered velvet magenta dress, with a pair of magenta converse.

What could you say, you loved magenta.

You trudged into the thumping party, filled with raving lunatics and stoners. Alexander left your side, gravitating towards John. You fleed to the corner of the room, near an average looking couch, overflowing with decorative pillows.

You slumped down glumly on the couch. You watched as Alexander flirted away with John. John seemed to be struggling. His body language showed he was interested, but his face said otherwise.

A young girl in a neon yellow party dress floated over to you.

"Heyo! My name is Pegleg, how bout you?"

"Pegleg? Well, my name is Y/N."

"Oh my real name is Peggy Schuyler! But everybody calls me Pegleg!" You chuckled nervously at her.

"Would you watch my drink for me?" She holds out her crinkly coke can and gave a wide grin.

"Sure." You handle the coke can and fiddle with a strand of your hair. It had been ten minutes before you felt a dip in the couch. Turning your head slightly, you saw a grumpy looking man with some stylish hair.

"What's wrong?" You shout loudly over the booming music. He glares at you and crosses his arms.

"Why do you care?" You look down at the ground, kinda pissed at the guy. At least you were trying to make conversation.

"Maybe because I'm a decent human being." He rolls his eyes, and faces his body towards yours.

"Well, for one, my "girlfriend" would rather make out with Hercules Mulligan, then breakup with me" You grimace. That must suck.

"Second of all, I don't want to be here but my ride, aka my ex, said she wasn't going to drive me home."

"I could drive you home." He raises an eyebrow.

"You don't even know my name."

"What's your name then?"

"Charles."

"I'm Y/N." He gives a smidgen of a smile.

"Aww is that a smile I see!" You tease. Immediately he goes back to being grumpy.

"No..." You scoot your body to the sober man. You could quietly hear his breath hitch, making a small pattern.

Big breath, small breath, big breath, small breath.

"Wanna go somewhere else? Like maybe a movie?" He thinks about it.

"Sure?" You smirked. Tonight was the night you could finally go see "Love Beyond Sunsets" the new romance movie NONE of your friends would see with you. Even if he was a stranger, at least someone was watching it with you.