Welcome To The Washington's: A Hamilton AU

Can I Trust You?

Time was non existent as the two teens and the middle aged man watched Spongebob. Martha was out in the garden, which Alexander was yet to explore. Soon enough, Martha was back inside. Then, the station began playing some live action nick show Alex didn't follow. George turned the TV off, and tried to make small talk.

"So, Alexander? What are some of your favorite shows?" George asked, with what seemed to be, actual concern.

Answer him Alexander. Sure, you don't watch TV very much, but what is there to be ashamed of for telling him about your favorite shows? OH MY GOD just tell him! Maybe don't bring up Family Guy, Rick and Morty, or any shows like that, but JUST FUCKING ANSWER HIM!

A few seconds ticked by. Shit. He blew it. He was turning red. He was probably going to be kicked out; he couldn't even answer a question as simple as what is your favorite show!

Finally, words came off of his tongue.

"I like Spongebob, The Loud House, and... mainly Nick shows. Live action and cartoons. Not all of them though." Just be honest. "I also like shows like Family Guy, Rick and Morty, American Dad, and Bob's Burgers. And sometimes I watch anime."

That was painful. Alex tried to catch his breath, but he was having trouble. He suffered social anxiety so bad, he couldn't talk to strangers- yes, a day in- George is a stranger- without panicking. Once he gets to know you, he will talk your poor ears straight off. At least he knows what he is talking about. Right? At least he is telling the truth, because unlike other speakers he knows the facts.

"I like shows like Family Guy, too. Gil is really into Nickelodeon. He loves The Loud House so much, the theme song is his ringtone" George said coolly then smiled.

"I do like the show." Lafayette smirked.

Then, Alexander found himself making small talk. They talked about simple house rules first. Pretty simple to follow:

Please don't break anything on purpose.

Only say extremely bad words when it is absolutely called for, like if something horrible happened. Minor swear words like "Dammit", or even "shit" were okay to say, not just every other word.

Respect each other.

Don't hit anyone!

And enjoy life.

Pretty simple rules. But who knows what the punishment was if they were broken. Or if more would be added. To muse Alexander. That made him think of... Pace. No, no no. Not Pace. We aren't thinking about fucking Pace!

Soon enough, Martha's sweet voice called from the kitchen.

"The food is ready! Who wants to eat on the patio? It is so nice out!"

Lafayette ran into the kitchen, followed by George and Alexander. George jog-ran, kinda childishly, and Alexander walked like a civilized human being.

There was a stove covered in meat, then buns, toppings, chips, and drinks lined up on the counter, and Martha slid open the sliding glass door and began to set a table up out there.

Lafayette got his burger first, and put too much of the toppings on, and had a suicide of both sodas (Sprite and Pepsi) and a mix of the chips. He grabbed a napkin, and rushed onto the back patio. At least they weren't sitting in the front. Not only did Alexander hate being watched by a bunch of people while he ate, they was FUCKING HEDGE ART AND A FOUNTAIN in the front. To fucking fancy! Little did he know he would die when he saw the elaborate gardens and hills and pool in the backyard, not to mention the trampoline and the swing set. (Yes, they have a southern motherfucking swing set).