Lafayette's POV
I put my head on Herc's shoulder because the bumpy bus ride was making me sleepy. I looked to the side and saw that Jefferson was clutching his stomach and groaning. He turned a weird shade of green. Well I guess bus rides aren't his thing... "You look so beautiful, Lafayette," I heard Hercules say in Irish. "You know I can't understand you when you speak Irish." I said rolling my eyes. I saw Herc blush. Gosh, he is handsome.....
Hercules' POV
Maybe this will be the summer I tell Laf how I feel about him. He's been my bestie since forever and I want to make him so much more than that. I look down to see him leaning on my shoulder. He's always so cute. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I mumbled "You look beautiful today" in Irish. He looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. "You know I can't understand you when you speak Irish." He said. I put my arm around his shoulder. "Trust me, its worth the google translate." I said, smirking.
Soon, the bus pulled up at the camp, which appeared to be at the top of a mountain reservation with a beautiful view. As soon as the bus doors opened, I saw a magenta blur race out and go throw up in the bushes. Turns out Jefferson wasn't the fondest of bus riding.
Anyway, one of the camp counselors whose name tag read: Sally, lead us all to the front desk so we could see who our roommates would be. I prayed I would get Lafayette.
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Hamilcamp
FanfictionAlexander Hamilton has no friends. Anymore. And now he's rooming with Thomas Jefferson. His enemy from freshman year. His life could change for better or for worse. The sequel to Dank History. ALL OF LAFAYETTES FRENCH IS GOOGLE TRANSLATED SO SORRY T...
