Into The Past

Fake

(If you don't have a middle name, just use a random name like... HERCULES!)
Y/N M/N L/N

When your Hamilton-obsessed friends and you carpool to the beach, what's better than listening to Hamilton?

I hum along with the tune of Alexander Hamilton, my friends singing it loudly and ecstatically. I laugh at their adorableness, Skye grabbing my hand and singing, "We fought with him!"

"Me? I died for him!" John said, turning the wheel, the car taking a sharp turn. Leslie's head slams into the window. She winces in pain.

"Me? I trusted him in driving!" She glares daggers at a nervous and apologetic John.

"Me? I LOVED HIM!" I said dreamily, mimicking a high-pitched voice. My friends chuckle.

And then Louis says, "And me? I'm the damn fool that shot 'im!" I loud gunshot could be heard and my friends and I squeal with excitement.

Then we sing in sync, swaying from side to side, "THERE'RE A MILLION THINGS I HAVEN'T DONE! BUT JUST YOU WAIT!"

"What's your name man!?" My friends yell and I remain silent, smirking to myself.

"Alexander Hamilton!" I yell proudly and they laugh again. Skye drapes her arm around my shoulder and rests her head on mine. I groan, "Get off, Skye, I'm not your bed!" My elder sister snickers but doesn't budge. I push her off and she slams into Louis who hisses at her.

"Sorry, sorry!" She blushes deeply, backing away. I snicker, mimicking her girly one.

"What song?" Les asks, gently taking her phone off the charger, quickly making sure the Bluetooth is connected. Louis said he wanted the Schuyler Sisters which the rest of us agreed with. We begin singing loudly, like the psycho, weird group that we are.

A crimson light grabs my attention. I pause from singing, the others not noticing as I roll the window down. I stare at the Crimson light in the sky. I shake my head, I must be imagining things. Or maybe I'm just seeing colors? I close the window and begin to sing along again.

Somtime else...

"Father?" I look up at my father, George Washington, glaring down at me. I squirm in my seat nervously, a smile plastered on my face. He then cracks a mischievous smirk.

"So? You've been talking to... What was his name?" My father said, pretending to be thoughtful. Mother chuckles softly at this, wiping her wet hands on the skirt of her dress.

I slump my shoulders, my hair falling over my face to cover the intense blush, that stupid grin never leaving. I am not facing the two, but I could tell mother had glared at father because he rubbed my back jokingly, "I was just playing with ya, Kid,"

"You'd better be," I stand up and place my fork down. He laughs gently at me and I return a smile, "May I go out to the garden? I'm not feeling well, fresh air may just be the thing that could please me."

"Please you?" He said shockingly, "You mean Mr. Laurens can't?" I blush deeply as my father wiggles his eyebrows and dash out of the house, leaving my laughing father and angry mother. I slump my shoulders when I make it to the garden.

My father tells me not to do it, it's not very lady-like not to stand up straight and smile and walk with poise. But I'm alone so whatever! I plop down on the wet soil, the tall grass tickling my ankles as they dance with the wind.

I inhale deeply, closing my eyes to allow my senses to be filled with the beautiful smells of our garden. I look up at the sky, noticing a dark Crimson light there. I stand up and place my hand over my eyes to cast a shadow upon them, thinking I might be able to see it more clearly.

It then disappears. My natural curiosity sends the weirdest thoughts into my brain. I block it off, ignore whatever the hell was in the sky, turn and walk back inside.

Sometime else...

"Woohoo!" I said happily, cracking open a beer. I pour a glass for the entire group, handing them theres and downing mine. I begin feeling dizzy, the ground shaking.

I laugh slightly and sit down next to John outside on our porch. He smiles gently at me, taking my hand. I blush at the sudden movement but allow him to continue. "You know... I've been waiting for so long to tell you... I really like you, Y/N..." I feel my heart skip with joy as I admire the small dark spots on his skin and his brown eyes.

"L-like as a friend or-"

"As more than a friend..."

We stay in silence until he speaks up, "I'm sorry, this was stupid, I'm going to b-"

"You know..." I lean in, cupping his cheek with my hand. He leans in too. "I didn't think I could tell you this but... I've liked you for a while now as well.." I lean in closer so does he. We stare into each other's eyes for what seemed like years, the world around us disappearing. His eyes are so kind and beautiful... I notice a small scar on his forehead.

I've never seen that before...

I could hear my heart in my ears. My stomach wants to come out of me and my palms sweat intensely. Sure, I've already had my first kiss but this'll be... The first kiss I have with a crush who didn't want solely to take advantage of me.

The only thing between his lips and mine... Well, now there isn't anything between his lips and mine.

He closes the space between us, planting a passionate kiss on my lips. I melt into his lips, kissing him back just as passionately. He pulls away all too quickly, leaving me shocked.

"HA! Snapped!" Leslie's excited voice rang loudly from inside. John bites his lip with guilt and I look up at him in shock. I turn to see Leslie and Louis standing at the glass door, looking down at their phones with smug face expressions.

"W-what!?" I look at a guilty John who backs away. "You planned this!? This was fake!? What the fuck!"

"Y-Y/N... I'm so, so sorry... I really didn't want this but they insisted that you liked me and I didn't believe them. So Les and Lou made a plan... I'd confess my 'liking' you and if you kissed me back... You liked me back..." I feel my heart shatter into small pieces then burn into ashes.

It was all fake...

I should have known...

So this wasn't my first real kiss?

"And you played out with it!?" I stand up and yell at him, "Knowing that it'll probably break me in the end!?" I hold back the urge to cry. He looks down at his feet, finding them more interesting than the current conversation. I storm to Leslie and Louis, grabbing their phones and deleting the picture for good.

"Y-Y/N!" Louis said as I drop their phones on the ground.

"W-wait!" John comes after me but I don't listen to his calling. Instead, I storm out of the house, my hair falling over my face to hide the tears that snuck out of my E/C eyes.

Third Person P.O.V.

"We fucked up..." Leslie sighs sadly.

"I really liked that kiss too..." John whispers to no one in particular.

"Who fucked up?" Skye said, stepping out of her room, phone in hand with her spare hand holding a bag of chips. Louis and Leslie glance at each other, the colors draining from their face. John sucks in a sharp breath and tells her everything.

Her eyes widen and she gasps, her phone and her chips hitting the ground. The potato chips scatter across the ground. She grabs flip-flops and runs outside.

"Where are you going?" Leslie asks desperately.

Skye glares at her 'friends'. The ones who betrayed and her hurt her innocent little sister. "What's it look like? I'm going after my little sister!" She then sprints out of the house, leaving a guilty John, a scared Leslie, and a nervous Louis.