Hercules Mulligan ran down the sidewalk.
(What's up with me starting stories with people running down sidewalks?)
He had to hurry or he'd be late for his cooking lessons. He'd somehow been included in a cooking class going on downtown, and he was excited.
Herc had always been a fan of preparing meals, and he was pretty darn good at it. He cooked on several occasions, whether his friend was getting married or he was preparing for a ball.
Mulligan crashed through the door, realizing his watch was incorrect. He was early. Luckily, his friends John and Alex were there already, along with some other chick. Since his friends seemed deep in conversation, Hercules took a seat by the girl. Her (e/c) eyes showed obvious boredom, and her lips were flipped into a scowl. Hercules noticed this and immediately made a puppet with his hand. "Are chu okah?" The hand asked the girl. She smirked slightly and made her own puppet. "I am okah. Jurst bored." Hercules grinned, putting his hand down. "I'm Hercules, but you can call me Herc." She smiled, sticking her hand out. "I'm (Y/N)." "Well, (Y/N), you seem like a funny chick." "Chick? Haven't heard that one in a while." "Fo' rizzle?" He grinned, chuckling. (Sorry, I just watched Malibu's Most Wanted. Heh...) (Y/N) smiled, punching him in the shoulder. "You seem...different, Herc."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Yeah, I think so."
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ФанфикAs I have become true Hamiltrash, I figure I need to write Fanfiction. Requests are open! *steps away* I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future Wattpadians wonder how Microwave reacted when you read her boooooook~
