Only a Matter Of Time // Lams

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sometimes i die from watching youtube.  and that's ok.

~Hamilton POV~

I walk into the dorm and see Laurens sitting on his bed, dazed.  I clear my throat.  His head shoots up, looking shocked someone was in the room with him.  I had him his coffee, one cream with five sugars.  "Thanks." he says, a small blush makes its way unto his freckled cheeks.  I smile as a 'you're welcome'.

Do you have plans tonight?  I sign awkwardly.  The way I asked made it sound like I was going to ask him out.

"I was going over the sisters' dorm," he says, smiling slightly.  "You haven't met them, but they're richer than God.  They are all sweeter than sugar as well.  I don't know how people so rich can be so nice and humble!" Laurens says while shaking his head.

Sounds fun.  I can go right?  They'll like me?

"Of course!  They'll love you!  Herc and Laf will be there as well."

Okay cool.  When will we leave?  I have absolutely no work right now, I'm pretty bored.

John gasps sarcastically.  "The Alexander Hamilton?  Has no work? And is bored?" My heart swells when he uses my full name.  I've taken a liking to him and I feel myself slowly fall for him.  "I wonder why?" John continues with his sarcastic rant like an ass.  "Maybe it's because he works all the damn time??"  I playfully slap his shoulder, laughing with him.

Then, he suddenly attacks me in a hug.  We both fall on the bed.  Him on top of me.  My breathing speeds up.  "I know we've only known each other for a couple days, but you're a really good friend, Alexander."  Friend.  He only thinks of me as a friend.

I smile back up at him, when I see his eyes flash down to my lips. 

"HERCULES MULLIGAN!" We both scream.  "Ooh are we interrupting something, amoureux?"  Lovebirds smh.  John looks confused.  I grab my notebook and write a reply down.

Nous ne sommes pas des oiseaux d'amour, Laf. Maintenant enfoncer une bite dans ton cul et sois tranquille.

Laf laughs, the squeals.  "Tu parle français?"  I nod.  Laf looks so happy, John looks even more confused, and Herc was looking through the fridge. 

I'm fluent in French by the way.

John makes an 'O' shape with his mouth and nods.

"So when are we going to the Schuyler's?" Herc yells.

a/n: french is from google translate lol.  alex's thoughts are in bold italics.  i wrote this in like 8 minutes i'm sorry lol.  also, today in class we got to listen to hamilton songs that didn't relate to our textbook and i was dying.
xx mak