What Comes Next (Hamilton Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

For the next few months, you simply live life as any 19-year old male in the year 1776 would. You were slowly adjusting, getting used to the scruffiness of your fake voice and the unfamiliarity of your surroundings, not to mention how uncomfortable daily life was without the aid of technology.

Majority of the time, you hung out with and got to know more about the Revolutionary Squad but the one you got along with the most was surprisingly Burr. You don't how but you two just clicked better than the rest of the group.

Other times, you would be writing away, whether it was to a certain Schuyler or just for yourself. Though Peggy had said she was willing to listen to whatever the young 'male' had to say, whether it was about his dreams or problems, her letters became less frequent and over time, she stopped writing to you altogether. So you stopped as well.

Writing became one of your main ways to cope with everything. You logged daily about your experiences, as well as theories of the origins of the letter and internal debates on the whole 'changing history' ordeal. A quill and paper were then quickly becoming the most comforting things you 'owned'.

Sure, you loved writing even before it happened, you were majoring in journalism after all, but now it seems like you appreciated it a thousand times more.

"(Fake Name)!" A nasally voice calls you as you barely enter the bakery, uniform already being worn.

'Sir James.' You think as you ready for another lecture from the old man.

Sir James is the owner of the bakery you and the Revolutionaries 'caused a ruckus in', and sadly also your employer.

"Why haven't you arrived earlier?! The shop opened up a few minutes ago and we need our cashier* to be punctual at all times!" Sir James begins and continues to lecture about the importance of the cashier to be there as 'he is the first person the customer will see and thus is holding the reputation of the store'.

"Y-yes, sir. Greatest apologies for my lack of awareness." You try biting back the snarky remark that was desperately wishing to be said. It wasn't like he was trying to hide his disdain towards you either.

A bit of silence before the man suddenly snaps at you. "Well! Go on then, you must not wait for me to say anything!" He says as he moves his hand, shooing you. You nod slowly before making your way to the front cashier.

Despite Hercules owning a tailor shop and insisting you could work under him, you refused. Similar to how you were raised, you didn't want to depend on him too much. He has already done so much for you: giving free clothes, providing food and shelter, it was too much if he would also help you with finances.

Though, you might have to take up on that offer if Sir James continues to nitpick at everything you do.

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"That will be 52 shillings*, if you don't mind." You say to the customer as you hand over the wrapped up loaf of mixed grain bread. The man nods, pulling out a brown coin pouch and quickly pays the amount needed.

"Thank you and have a nice day!" You greet with fake energy and do a slight bow. You expected a response somewhere along the lines of 'You too!'. Instead, he makes a 'tsk' sound before turning on his heel and leaves the building.

'Someone didn't get their morning coffee.' You think bitterly before putting the coins into the cash register*.

"Hey, you're doing exceptionally well, especially since it's your first week here. Father shockingly has found less than 20 faults in your work so that's better than usual." A soft voice says with a level of laidback-ness.