Past Life Lessons (A Lams Fanfiction)

Laurens' Friends Need Help

Andrew didn't know what he was expecting. The entire time that he was walking back with John he felt bad. He knew that it wasn't his fault, his brain was like mush. Andrew didn't know what was happening and it was scaring him. John's reaction had just made him feel terrible.

The sad look that was in his eyes when he turned away. The completely fake smile that he put on just to make Andrew feel better. It was worse when John had tried to put distance between them. All Andrew wanted to do was get closer, but John was making it very obvious that physical touch was not something that he wanted to partake in at the moment.

To say that the walk back to their dorm room was awkward was an understatement. It was like torture.

Thankfully it wasn't a terribly long walk so soon enough they were taking the elevator up to their floor.

When they got to John's room there were already a few of his friends making themselves at home. John had a lot of friends.

"John! Mon ami (my friend), you didn't say that ton petit ami (boyfriend) would be showing up." There was a very tall, very French, person that was walking up to John and Andrew. The latter was blushing at what the person had said, most likely they didn't expect Andrew to know French.

"Ay de mí (poor me)," Andrew mumbled under his breath. John really had to go all out, tell everybody about their date. It wasn't even like they were really dating. One coffee date meant nothing. Right? Maybe it meant more to John and Andrew was a terrible person for writing it off as John just being a nice person. What if he...

"I'm going to assume that you are the wonderful Andrew that we've all heard so much about," all Andrew could do was nod. "D'accord (okay), well I'm Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, but you can just call me Lafayette."

"O-okay," Andrew was getting a little overwhelmed, and this was just one of John's friends. He didn't know what he was going to do when he had to meet everybody else.

Lafayette perked up again, "Also I use they/them pronouns, I hope that is not a problem?"

Andrew shook his head to get rid of his rapid-fire thoughts, "No that's not a problem at all." He felt like he knew Laf, it was the same feeling he got when he talked to Eliza or John. John was a bit different though, there were a lot of unresolved feelings that came with being around him but it was still weird nonetheless.

He started to scratch at his wrist, all of a sudden an itch had begun to flare up there. It was weird. All of this was weird, everyone was weird. Who had three first names? Thinking about it, why did those names seem familiar? Maybe it had been something he read before, some blog. That didn't seem right though. Andrew tried to think as quickly as he could. Not a blog or an online post, not a name on Twitter or Instagram. Where had he heard that before?

It hit him.

"Marquis de Lafayette." Everyone in the room seemed to turn to look at him. It was about six people but it felt like so many more.

Laf turned to look at him, "Yes mon ami?" They seemed very confused, Andrew was too.

"I knew I heard that name before. Isn't that the name of one of the military officers during...Which war was it? The revolutionary war!" Lafayette laughed a little to themselves, Andrew didn't understand what was so funny.

"You are correct Andrew. Did John not tell you?" He was a little taken aback for a moment. He looked over to John whose face had started to burn with embarrassment.

Nobody was talking, it was all like they knew an inside joke that Andrew didn't get. "What are they talking about John?" He didn't respond, he only played with his hands and stared down at his feet like they were the most interesting things in the world.