Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

PegLeg

A/N - I love this sm it's too cute

John's POV

   I watched Alexander Hamilton tumble to a stop in front of me and I quickly helped him to his feet. "S-Sorry!" He stammered, I handed him his books and he fixed his round glasses. "Thank you. I'm so sorry."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes. Thank you. Um-...I've gotta."
"Oh! Yeah, go ahead." I chuckled dryly and let him pass. I hit my head on my locker for striking out and sighed.
"Hey, buddy."
"Not now, Herc."
"Ooh, struck out?" I nodded and slammed my locker shut.
"Why can't I just tell him how I feel!"
"Invite him to the game on Friday! He could see you pitch." I rolled my eyes and shrugged.
"Maybe."
"How about if you invite Alex to the game and dinner after, I'll ask out Lafayette."
"Ooh! It's a good deal but I dunno, man." I sighed and shook my head. "I'm going to regret this but deal." We laughed and I sat in my seat...next to Alexander. He smiled at me and bent over to get something from his back and had a little trouble. He retrieved his notebook and clicked his pen. The lecture started and I couldn't pay attention. The more I thought about it the more I chickened out. When the bell rang I packed up my stuff and noticed Alex was having trouble. I picked up his bag for him and he smiled.
"Thanks...again." He chuckled.
"No problem. I just-uhhhh...I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure!" He grinned.
"Um...I have a baseball game on Friday and I was wondering if you'd like to come and maybe get something to eat after?" I rubbed the back of my neck and bit my lip. "I don't know. It's stupid."
"No, no, no! It's not-...I'd love too."
"Really?"
"Yeah!" Alex grinned, I blushed and smiled.
"Ok...yeah! Um-...Can I get your number so I can text you the-"
"Oh! Yeah...here." He pulled his pen out of his backpack and pulled my sleeve up. He scribbled his number on my pale skin and put a heart at the end. "Um...ok. Thank you. Text me. I really have to go."
"Yeah, of course."
"See ya later, John." He did a weird hop and kissed my cheek before leaving the room. I bolted out of the classroom and tackled Herc.
"I DID IT! I ASKED HIM OUT AND HE SAID YES!"
"Fuck!" I burst out laughing and Herc sighed. "I hate you."

Alexander's POV

Friday

"YOUVE HAVE DATE TONIGHT!" Laf yelled as I was getting ready.
"Yes!"
"With who?"
"John Laurens." I blushed and buried my face in my hands. Laf groaned and I threw a make up brush at him. "Will you stop that! I was in a coma for eight months and I spent another four on bed rest. I deserve this!"
"You're right. Yes, you do." I grinned and shifted my leg. When I was fourteen a hurricane destroyed my town and I was thrown into the streets. I was dragged through a car and my right leg was severely injured. It got infected while I was in the coma and the doctors had no choice but to amputate it. Long story short they cut off my leg just above the knee and I now have a prosthetic leg. It's ok I guess. I've kind of come to terms with it but the knee joint doesn't move so everyone calls me peg-leg. Anyway, I was wearing a simple green sweater with black jeans. I wore my high top converse and my hair was tied in a neat bun. I wasn't wearing my glass so I could show off the tiny bit of make up I put on. Just some highlight, mascara, and cherry lipgloss.
   "Just let me have this please? I know you're my 'big brother' and what not but I can take care of myself."
   "I just want you to be safe, Alex."
   "I know, Laf, but I'm a big boy!" I giggled, he chuckled and I grinned.
   "Alex!" Martha called, I hopped up and Laf helped me get down the stairs.
   "Hey." John smiled, he wore his baseball uniform and I blushed.
   "Hey." I smiled.
   "Ready to go?"
   "Yeah. Bye, Martha!"
   "You call your mom-"
   "She's not my mom." I grumbled, John opened the door to his truck for me and I had difficulty getting in. No one knows about my leg and I certainly don't want the one person who's ever asked me out to know. He'll probably say I'm disgusting and throw me out like garbage. On the way over to the fields I told John almost everything and he told me that his dad was abusive at which point I freaked out and caused an asthma attack. I took my inhaler and John put a hand on my thigh.
   "Are you ok?" He sounded really worried and I nodded.
   "I'm fine. Thank you."
   "You look very nice by the way."
   "Oh, thanks. I like your uniform."
   "You don't have to lie."
   "I'm not! You look very handsome!" John parked the car and looked at me. "You just have a few loose hair." I pushed them back and he blushed. I love it when he blushes.
   "Thanks. So I have to go warm-up but you can chill on the bleachers or something. I'm sorry."
   "No, it's ok. I could use some alone time anyway." John frowned and I chuckled. "Laf's always up in my business."
   "Ah. Ok." He chuckled, he got out and opened the door for me. I had difficulty getting out but John didn't ask, he just smiled and offered his hand. Which I gladly took and he lead me to the bleachers. I sat down and he waved goodbye before jogging back to his truck. He got his bag out of the bed and went to warm-up. I watched him with a smile and soon parents started filling in. The game started and John was pitching. He was a good pitched. He struck a lot of people out and I cheered for him. When the game was over he gather his stuff and I moved to the dugout. I don't have to bad of a limp but it's noticeable if you really look.
"Hey. Good game."
"Hey! Thanks." He grinned through the chain link fence, I smiled and he finished packing his stuff. "Ready?" I nodded and we made our way to his truck. He helped me in and ran around to the driver's seat.
"I see chivalry isn't dead." I teased, he chuckled and pushed his blonde hair out of his face.
"Guess not."