Arcade (ReaderxModern!Reader'sChoice)

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       The first snowflake of winter fell softly from the sky with a trail of others behind it. It soared towards the awaiting ground as it gained speed towards the grass. But a gust of wind pick up and carried the snowflake to the left. It came in contact with the warm skin of a passing woman. She rubbed the spot were the snow had melted on her cheek and looked up as more of the cold flakes fell on her face.

          Her face was bombarded with little cold droplets. She looked around at the people enjoying the nice winter weather as they walked though the collage campus. She smiled as she saw a group of men approaching her. The four had big grins on their faces and they met her eyes.

         "Hey guys!" She said as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

        "What's up, (Y/N)?" The freckled face one asked, he wore a wool scarf and a puffy blue jacket. He had on a large smile that presented his perfect teeth. (Y/N)'s own smile brighten as well.

        "I was just walking back to my dorm." She told them as another gust of wind blew cold air their way. She pulled her arms closer to her chest in an attempt to keep warm. "But I've got nothing to do there. You guys want to go to the arcade?" She asked and the four's faces lit up.

"You didn't even have to ask." The tall one said in a French accent. He wore a dark scarf and an army green jacket that went well with his skin. He turned on his heels and headed towards the arcade. The rest chuckled and followed behind him.

After walking a few blocks in the freezing cold, the group made it to the arcade. The snow was beginning to pile up on the sidewalk, leaving the five's footprints in their wake. The first to run into the building hosting the games was her friend Alexander, throwing open the doors and sighing as the warmth hit his face.

The people behind him laughed and he gave them an annoyed look. "Hey, I've lived in the warm, sunny Caribbean most of my life. I don't like all this white shit falling from the sky. It's unnatural!" He told them as the rest of the group walked in.

The arcade was full of people trying to escape the cold. (Y/N) noticed a group of people watching her from across the room. She looked to see Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and Aaron Burr. She smiled and gave a shy wave to the men. Jefferson smirked at her and Aaron gave a small wave back. Madison just nodded at her.

She felt someone grab her wrist and pull her out of the three's sights. She looked to see an annoyed Alex dragging her over to the Mario Kart game. They met the other three next to the game and John handed her a cup full of quarters. She smiled at him and picked one up and inspected it.

"President Christopher Jackson, thanks." She told him and he smiled. Hercules, the last member of their group, grabbed Lafayette and dragged him off towards Dance Dance Revolution. He had a terrified looked on his face as he tried to get away from the game. (Y/N) laughed at the poor guy as he tried to free his hand from Hurc's grip. She turned back to the other two boys behind her.

Alex still had a sour look on his face from when he caught her wavering at the men he considered to be his enemies. She remembered when Madison and him used to hang out and write stories together. That was, until Madison's old high school friend Jefferson can back home from his time as an exchange student in France. Aaron had joined their group some time after.

"So what game do you guys want to play?" She asked the two. John jabbed his thumb behind him to the Mario Karts. "Up for a race?" He asked and wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're on Laurens!" She told him as they rushed to the seats. Before she could sit down though, a dark haired man took her spot at the seat next to John. She looked to see an annoyed Alexander. "This seat's taken. Maybe you can go play with your new friends." He told her and nodded at Jefferson's group who were watching the poofy haired man as he tried to take on the aliens in Galaga.

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