My One True Love... [Aaron BurrxAaron Burr] (ONESHOT(s)) {COMPLETE}

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• A.U. One•

As Aaron walked down the street behind, Alexander, Hercules, John, Lafayette, from the pub. He looked to his feet, deep in thought; as he brought his head back up from the ground, seeing that the others were having trouble walking down the midnight road, "Those idiots had too much to drink -like always. It's like they don't even care how drunk they get, caring about your own health is important you know." Aaron mumbled to himself.
As he watched the others trying to grab each other's shoulders to keep the balance from not falling, they failed miserably- as each one grabbed the other's shoulders they would all fall then try again, almost in a repeated stance. "They are some of the most, idiotic, people I know; I don't know how we're friends honestly." He whispered to himself, the cold air brushing against his bare head, making a shiver go down his spine. Soon enough, time past and the whole squad got back to their homes, most likely asleep from how drunk they were.
Aaron quickly stepped inside his home, closing the door behind him, sighing soon after. "I guess I really only have myself in the end." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. When he brought himself to his room; he had gotten ready to sleep, but stopped to look in the mirror. "Guess it's just you and me." He said to the mirror. "Maybe that's all I really need..." He sadly leaped into the bed, trying to find warmth and comfort in the cold sheets that layer their softy against the bed, as if a small child gripping onto the leg of their mother. As he thought of the life it would be if there was no war, election, but just himself, in peace...

Aaron slinked his way out of the bed, bringing his feet to the wooden floor next to him. Standing up, he stretched, yawned, and groggily walked to the dresser, quickly dressing, then leaving to downstairs. He ate, tidied, and gathered his things and left the door. As he opened it, everything, was quiet, "Finally, a day that is quiet," Burr mumbled. He brought his stuff to a near lake, setting it down; he paid in the grass and smiled, "Peace and quiet...." he slipped away into the grasp of sleep, the warmth of the sun, shining down to him, praising him to ready his head and relax.
When he woke up, he stirred around, gathering himself to his feet, grasping his belongings to underneath his arm. Walking home was quiet, too quiet, so instead, he changed his destination to Hamilton's house, to check in.
When he got there, he knocked and knocked, when he opened the door, it was silent, Hamilton's house is never quiet.
As he looked, he decided to leave, never intrude into somewhere that isn't yours or belongs to you!
Soon he checked, every. Single. House. Of. The. People. He. Knew.
No one was there.

"Although no one is here, I guess it's nice." He said, walking back into the house, trailing up the stairs, into the bedroom getting ready. Slipping into his bed, he spoke, "Goodnight, sleep well." Soon he drifted to sleep.

"Burr! Burr!" Someone with a deep voice spoke.

"Here, let me wake him up!" Someone with a deep but louder voice spoke, annoying as well...

"Oui oui, essayez alors que nous avons essayé pendant une heure maintenant!" Definitely French, heavy in accent, fluent.

"GUYS, GUYS!! I GOT THE WATER!!!" Someone said higher voice than the rest.

End

Btw, Lafayette said: "Oui Oui, try then, we've tried for an hour now!" That's what I remember though. Sorry if it was terrible, I don't usually write in third person, it just isn't my thing, I don't really own anything so yep, just made a story, so bye!