The Hamilton boys have all died and now are dropped in the future with new faces. More specifically the future and in someone's 'house'. This 'house', actually apartment, happen to belong to a 17-year old girl named Christine Karasco. She has blonde...
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Third Pov
It was a weird quiet night in New York for a certain blonde haired girl. She was soaking in the bath, taking out all the stress that had happened during the week. Not only did she had work due, she had to present in a class, take overnight and morning shift at her work, and had to pay the apartment for her monthly fee. Everything was hectic and she was now just calming down. Her anxiety was through the roof. All she wanted to do was relax the whole weekend and binge watch Steven Universe and eat some cake. That's all she wanted.
She grabbed her towel from the ground and dried her hands. She picks up her phone and decided to blast a song that was stuck in her head. She went on Spotify and tapped on an album named 'Wicked'. She scrolled through before she tapped on a song named 'Popular' and turned her volume up.
Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I, and let's face it who isn't less fortunate than I?
She sang softly before putting the phone on the towel. She sunk into the bath and got comfier by laying on her side.
My tender heart tends to start to bleed... and when someone needs a makeover I simply have to take over!
She started singing louder than before.
I know, I know exactly what they need... and even in your case, though it's the toughest case I've yet to face
Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed! Follow my lead and yes, indeed, you will be...
The water seemed to move slightly. She didn't notice it.
Popular, you're gonna be popular I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce, "HOLY FUCK"/ooh!
A strong breeze flew by and the girl suddenly felt a weight on her. Not just any weight, human weight. An arm appeared in her vision. It belonged to a dark-skinned person. Her gaze ran up the muscular arm and saw a flat chest. A boy...? She thought, her gaze going to the neck of the man and saw a small stubble, the chin had a beard.
"Ah, pardon me Miss.." A French accent boomed through the small bathroom. The blonde haired girl looked at the face of the man and shook with anxiety. His black hair was tied back, his brown eyes shown confusion. His eyes gazed down at me and his face flushed red. The girl started hyperventilating at this point.
"I'm- I am so, so, so, so sorry, Madam!" He shouts flustered and pushed himself off her the girl screamed her head off and jumped out of the bath, grabbing the towel on the way out. She ran out desperately trying to tie the towel around her. She heard more footsteps coming up the stairs and she looked at them petrified.
One of them had tied up hair, and freckles. Another guy had his hair in a ponytail. Two darker skinned men, one with a beanie, the other had a buzzcut. "What the fuuuu..." The blonde says softly.
