Camp Lotus

Chapter 3: And Peggy

Hamilton

After getting the sisters signed in, I move the desk Peggy dragged in front of the door back to the right place.

Laf and Herc left a few minutes ago to put their bags in our cabin.

Even after Laf came out as genderfluid we still shared the same cabin. We’d been going here together since I moved in with the Washingtons and Laf and Herc were here before that. Every summer, always in cabin three.

We normally shared with Aaron Burr but then he decided to hang out with Jefferson and James and became kind of a jerk. Then again Jefferson could turn anyone into a jerk. Except James Madison. Jmads was still tolerable most of the time.

I sigh and sit back down behind my desk. I grab a pen and start drawing on my arm again. I think I may have dropped my notebook on the lawn somewhere...

Laurens

I feel someone sit down next to me and I look up from my drawing. It’s a girl with long brown curly hair wearing a red sundress.

“Hello,” the girl sitting next to me says. She smiles.

“Hi.”

“Are you Julia Laurens?”

I’m about to nod when she starts talking again.

“Of course you are. You’re obviously not Maria and there’s stuff already in our cabin. The only one’s here right now are the teachers, you, Alexander, Laf, Herc, and my sisters. Well and me of course, but that’s obvious.”

I laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” she asks tilting her head to the side slightly.

“Well that’s a long thought to answer a question you asked someone else.”

She laughs. “Yeah, I suppose it is. So you are Julia then?”

“Laurens.”

She looks confused for a second.

“My friends call me Laurens.”

“Oh, okay Laurens. I’m Peggy by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Peggy. So then are you one of the Schuyler sisters?”

“Yep. I’m doing art by the way. I noticed you were drawing and thought maybe you were doing the same.”

“Sorry, theatre. I just draw sometimes.”

“Mm, you’re a theatre nerd along with Alexander, Maria, and Eliza?”

I nod.

“Too bad you won’t be joining me and Laf in trying to build a giant hand. Spoiler alert, it’s going to be painted like space.”

“That sounds awesome. Unfortunately, I’m signed up for theatre. Maybe I could help you paint it at some point?”

“Yeah, if you come in during free time, that would work.”

I smile at her. “It’s a deal then.”

“You really wouldn’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t miss a chance to hang out with a cool gal like yourself and who I’m sure is a coolio potato.”

She looks at me and smiles.

“What?” I ask.

“Did you just call Laf a coolio potato?”

“That is very possible m’dear.”