Escape- A Mullaurette Fanfiction

"...just another day..."

A/N I want to apologize for any grammatical errors when it comes to writing French in this story. I'm probably just going to look phrases up on google, and Google isn't always right, so... again. Sorry.

I also apologize if I don't update often. I always procrastinate.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

TW: self-harm, some homophobia

*Not edited*

John's POV

John Laurens had realized a long time ago that the happiest people are sometimes the most depressed. Out of those people, the list includes him.

No one knows this about him.

But he always felt love for everyone. Every single person he knew, he had love for them.

Even though he didn't have much love for himself.

This is why he decided that he would like having more than one person in his love life, in a relationship.

He just had to find the right people.

One of those people were NOT Alexander Hamilton.

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"Lafayette!"

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette (his friends call him Lafayette or Laf) was John's roommate. The two weren't able to pay rent for an apartment alone, but together, they were able to.

It made things easier.

The two worked downtown, John at a pet store where he mostly kept an eye on the turtles, and Lafayette at a flower shop as a florist (though John thought he would make an incredible model).

Their friends Hercules Milligan, in his tailor shop, and Peggy at a bakery, also worked downtown only a few blocks away.

Alexander Hamiltom also worked near by, but none of his friends, or John himself, were talking to him.

He was too talkative. Too ambitious. And too disrespectful and uncommitted to relationships. He was also John's bastard of an ex-boyfriend. But that was a story for later.

"Lafayette!" John called again. He had just finished work and had walked a few stores down to the flower shop. He smiled as he finally found the dark skinned, curly haired, and tall Frenchman who always had flowers in his hair.

"What is it, John?" Lafayette asked, a look of annoyance on his face. Apparently he was busy.

Not that John cared.

"I'm done with work," he explained, keeping a smile on his face. "When will be done?"

"The same time as I always finish work," he grumbled in response. "I need to finish watering the plants."

"Sounds boring," he responded. "But I suppose I'll leave you alone. See you at home." He gave a wave and left the shop.

First stop, done. Next stop, the tailor shop.

As John walked into the shop, the little bell above the door rang.

"I'll be there in one moment," a deep voice called from the back of the shop, where there seemed to be no one. After a moment, a tall man came out through the doorway. "Oh. It's you," Hercules sighed. John guess that he had been expecting a customer. "What do you want John? I'm busy."