Hamilton one shots

Marquis deLafayette || Down by the lake

Time - Modern 

Notes- (y/n) = your name

               (y/l/n) = your last name

               (e/c) = eye colour

I have never done french so all french and Spanish is from translate, and with any long sentences I'll put what they mean in brackets unless I say what it means after.

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First day of school. 

But last year of it. 

I've been pretty lucky with my time at school as I haven't really been bullied, I'm friends with pretty much everyone, I have a very tight but large friend group and I'm not a popular kid meaning I'm not pressured. I mean it's pretty great.

I grab my rucksack and fling it over my shoulder. It's pretty light at the moment as it only has food and water in as we haven't been given books yet. 

"See you later!" I shout to my parents walking out the door with toast in hand (just going to say this right now, I'm not killing the parents this time) 

I continue my walk towards school listening to my music. Just vibin'.

"Yo (y/n)!" A french accent yells.

I take my earphone out and turn around. I was right. Lafayette was stood with a bright smile on his face.

"How's my favourite french man?" I ask as we walk along with each other.

"Favourite? Thought I was the only french man in your life" I acts offended putting his hand on his heart gasping.

"Sure you are, but that doesn't mean your not my favourite" I wink.

"Fair point mon amie" he chuckles, "I'm good thanks, looking forward to seeing who's in your classes today?" 

"If they're anything like last year it won't be too good but if I have all of you guys in there then it will be great" I smile

Last years classes had people we aren't very good friends with. Thomas Jefferson, James Madison- he's not too bad but Jefferson has an influence on him- Maria Lewis (Reynolds but before she married James) and finally James Reynolds. They are the biggest bunch of bullies the school has to offer. They don't even care about making fun of the popular kids. Nobody but their own group likes them. 

"What about you?" I ask looking at him as we approach the school.

"Si vous y êtes, ma chère, tout ira bien" he comments under his breath 

(If you are there, my dear, everything will be fine)

"Come of Laf, you know I don't speak french" I whine jokingly.

"I said that I agree with you" he smirks

I nod my head in reply. A couple minutes in a comfortable silence pass and then we get to the front gates. 

"Meet here after school and we can walk back home together?" I ask 

"Sure. Where are we meeting the others?" 

"Well we were meant to meet them here but I bet they've already gone to get their timetables and such" I reply 

"Let's go get ours then mon chéri!" He says excitingly grabbing my arm and racing over towards the offices.

Once we get our timetables and read them for ourselves we check what each other have.

"At least we're have Spanish together" I say with a small bit of sadness in my voice