Summon All The Courage You Require(DISCONTINUED)

The Plan Is...

I hope y'all had a great Thanksgiving! I sure did!

Also, I'm so sorry for not actually posting on Thanksgiving and instead closer to Christmas. I probably won't do my birthday thing for the sake of continuing with the story. If I finish the next chapter unusually early, then maybe. But it's not likely because the next two weeks are crowded for me. Sorry, but please enjoy.

Thanks! :')

A. Hamilton's POV 

Suit and tie? Check. 

Shoes? Check. 

Entrance admission? Check. 

Brush? Check. 

Feelings for John that I somehow have to project onto Eliza without John knowing the truth just to keep him safe? 

...Check...?

Leaning on the doorway, I sighed and pulled my hair back exactly as Eliza asked. Unsure, I pulled out my phone to check the picture she sent. I scrolled up to see her endless stream of texts I didn't bother to reply to. "Alexander, do this..." "Alexander act like that..." "Alexander get this..." "Alexander, I want that..." "Alexander, remember to love me or I'll..." 

Okay, she'd only sent that last phrase about five times, but it was disturbing nonetheless. Esepcially knowing that she had the materials needed to do some of the things she suggested on standby. I found myself shivering and decided to get going. 

As I turned, I saw my leg brace sitting on the table. I explained my circumstnces to Eliza, and she simply demanded that I just wear my hip brace because that wasn't as visible. I agreed since I was only supposed to wear my leg brace for two more days.

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and grabbed my bookbag and laptop case. I looked at the blank, black case. Eliza took off my decorations since she wanted to put her name on there.

VROOM-VROOM-CHICKA-CHICKA-BOOM (Seriously, what sound does a car make!?)

I could hear the car I as stumbled down the stairs. As I reached the bottom, Laf rushed out the door. A piece of toast was in their mouth, they were tying their hair up, and their bookbag was half-hazardly zipped with their laptop bag ready to fall out. They glanced at me and smiled as much as they could with toast in their mouth. Something about the smile felt off, I knew what it was, but didn't mention it. If I were to pry in their life, then I should see if they'd let me after what was about to happen.

They'd probably rush to John's aid, like the kind of friend they were. Sure, that would definitely tear us apart, but after what John was about to see, that would've probably been the best option. I just hoped Philip was doing better with Theodosia. 

Almost on cue, Pip came rushing down the stairs and tugged on my sleeve. He gave me a worried look, to which I responded with a deep breath. He nodded and pulled me out the front door finally.

"Let's go," he muttered.

~~~Switchin' Machine~~~

E. Schuyler's POV

I dusted off my dress, desperate to get rid of every dirt. The light blue color would put any piece of lint on full display on my almost three-hundred-dollar dress. Add makeup, hair, nails, shoes, and getting a date, the cost for that night was around a thousand-ish bucks. And that's excluding future payments to my recruits, preserving two tickets for prom this early, costly materials for my plan, and school donations. Dad didn't want to pay the last ones, but I needed  to make my outsides and insides shine.