Jamilton, a game

Chapter 2: Pain of the Past

Laf's POV

Lafayette hears running to the door, then it opens suddenly. 

 "ALEX"

"Hello, and who might you b-"

"HERC IT'S ALEX, SOMEONE BROUGHT HIM BACK." The boy yells, he looks the same age as I am. "HERC, AARON COME ON. Please, bring him in." He looks at me, within that moment I get a good look at his face.

"I-I shouldn't, I-"

"Nonsense!" The boy pulls me inside his house. Though... I am surprised, his house is quite nice. 

As two other boys come down, one with a book, another with a ball. All three of them hurriedly have me set Alex onto the couch, the poor thing shaking from being too cold and of fear. I examine him from behind as they examine him close up.

"Herc, drop the ball and go find something that might help."

"Got it, and sorry, you know I use this when I'm nervous" The boy named "Herc" asks.

'So that means the other one must be Aaron,' I think to myself. Herc has brown skin, darker than Jefferson and mine actually. He has brown eyes, he wears dark brown short almost black hair. Along with that he has a blue hoodie with blue jeans on. The other boy, Aaron, has brown eyes as well with dark skin. His hair is shorter than Herc's. He wears a black shirt with a thin grey unzipped hoodie over it. His pants are dark blue jeans.                                                                                The third boy, who opened the door has a turtle t-shirt with black sweatpants. over his t-shirt is a green hoodie which isn't zipped. He has dirty-blond, but more brown hair. His eyes looked a lovely green.

"Excuse me" I say almost unintentionally.

They turn around and look at me.

"Do you, who lives here unless you all do, by any chance have some blankets, tea, and perhaps a fireplace? Maybe even a warmer?"

They nodded and went off, I look around the room once more, then I kneel right by Alex. The poor shivering boy looks up at me and sort of makes grabby hands. I giggle and get on the couch, setting him in my lap and rocking him. 

"...You may not know this.. heheh, most don't.." I tell him,

I close my eyes, then I open my mouth to sing to him; 

"Twinkle Twinkly, petite étoile, comme je me demande ce que tu es,"

(I'll translate for those who don't know, "Twinkle Twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are,"

"au-dessus du monde si haut, comme un diamant dans le ciel," The boy mumbles at me, I look down at him in surprise.

("Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky,"

"You know French?" I ask in confusion, but also excitement.

The boy nods his head. He looks at me again; "I've been practicing French and English since I was born. Mother taught me and started me off. Before...." Alex looks off into the distance, almost as if he was looking at someone or something. I notice tears starting to form in his eyes and I pull him closer and cradle him.

"Shhh it's okay, forgive me for making you cry for however I did, you've had enough grief today."

"It-It isn't th-the French-ch.... m-my mom d-died not long ag-go."

"Oh... if you don't mind me asking.. how long ago?"

"A-A few months a-ago"

"I'm so sorry..."

I look at Alex as he tears up more, I try to hold him as closely as I can.

"Shh it's okay. I know how hard it is to lose family..."

"It's n-not only th-that... I-I was j-just getting over i-it to the p-point where I-I was o-okay because I-I had my b-bear."

"Oh.. I knew it was special, I'm so sorry"

"Y-You don't know how special.. sh-she gave m-me th-that r-right as she d-died" Alex tears up a lot and starts crying softly.

"You poor thing!" I hug him and keep him close, not letting him scoot even an inch away from me. I wanted to ask him, but I already know that it was a gift to remember her bye. A gift that to Alex... still had part of her spirit. Still was a part of her that would stay with him...

I look up to see the other three boys standing there. They looked a little sad with a few tears as well. "I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to make him cry-"

"We saw it all... and it's okay. We also should introduce ourselves. I'm John Laurens."

"I'm Hercules Mulligan"

"Oh so your name isn't just "Herc"" I say to him.

"Nope hmhm' He giggles in a.. sort of cute way.

"My name is Aaron Burr."

"Nice to meet you," I return to him. "My name is a mouthful, but my full name is; Marie Joseph-Paul Yves Roch Gilbert Motier, Marquis de Lafayette.  You can call me Lafayette"

"We've known Alexander since about... a few months after his mother left... she loved him dearly.. his name is Alexander Hamilton." Laurens tells me.

"Wait, Hamilton? but he said he lives here."

"..." Laurens pauses, he looks around the room, then traces his eyes back to me. They looked nervous, but Alex moved his head and nodded at Laurens, who nodded back. "His father left.. but we never knew him. But we knew his mother, Rachel. We knew her only a month before she got sick. Alex had caught the sickness as well and we weren't allowed to visit him for what felt like years... after his mom passed, he was better by then but we asked if he wanted to stay here. He replied that he had a cousin that him and his brother could stay with. So they did..... we learned shortly after that their cousin commit suicide.... we offered them to stay here again, and they do. His brother, James, is out. He was looking for Alex cause Alex always walks home or rides the bus with us, or one of us no matter what. He's coming home now."

".........." I watch them. Studying their eyes as if I were studying them, to discover their past. I feel as if no time will pas for years, when I examine some things, it feels like I can examine it immediately, or time slows down. My eyes close as I remember past. I imagine my mom, my father, along with my brother Michael. The wealth and all they had... my imagination sees a memory of us walking through the park. We had so much fun that day...

We walked through the magnificent stone archway entrance. After that there was the playground. We walked past it to go look at the beauty behind it. The leaves of the trees were turning a lovely amber, red, and orange. They looked as if it was all splattered with marvelous paint. I enjoyed the lovely walks through the park. We talked and laughed. We played and ate there at times. We'd always had the best times.... until... they.. all died... I barely knew Michael when he died... mom and dad died a little after but it still hurts deeply...

(in reality his mom died when he was like a teenager, but this is fanfiction so whatever hahaha!)

I feel my eyes getting tighter and tighter until they suddenly open.

"Lafayette...... You're crying.." Laurens says.