Broken English • Lafayette x Reader

~4: Scares and Starbucks~

"Gotta blast, I told John I'd meet him at Starbucks for a scone or two. See y'all later!" Hercules grinned. Walking over to where I was sat on the couch, he gingerly picked up my hand, kissing it lightly. "'Till we met again, Miss (Y/N)." A blush crept onto my cheeks and I pulled my hand away quickly. Laff chuckled and pushed him out the door. 

"Away with you and your...your...your antics!" He gave one final shove and shut the door in Hercules' face. "I apologize for that, (Y/N). He can be a bit... outspoken? At times. Don't mind him. He does that to just about every girl." Lafayette laughed and sat back down on the couch.

I shook my head, trying not to blow my mouthful of coffee everywhere from laughter. I choked it down and coughed a bit. "It was just, uncalled for."  This only made him laugh harder. 'His smile is so adorable! Wait! No! (Y/N) stop it! I am only here for school, not for getting gross feelings!' Laff must have noticed I was having an internal argument,

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" 

"Yes? Yes! I'm fine!" I smiled, "I best go get ready for today." Quickly depositing my breakfast plate in the sink, I walked to my room and shut the door.  I faceplanted on my bed. Rolling off the side, I landed on the floor with a hard 'THUD!' 

"Ouch," I mumbled as I stood up. My suitcases were sitting exactly where they were left the night before. I got up and unzipped one, shuffling through for a decent-enough shirt, and by the looks of the thin white layer outside my window, a pair of sweat pants. Doesn't seem too different from what I normally wear, though. Oh well. 

Pulling out a solid, navy blue long-sleeve and light grey sweats, I slipped them on quietly. I found my hairbrush sitting at the bottom of my backpack, where I threw it in just before I left; I also drug out a small bag containing my bathroom things (toothbrush, etc.), and made my way to the bathroom. Without thinking much, I just walked into the bathroom. 

"Merde!" Lafayette screamed. I also screamed and quickly backed out, closing the door. He stepped out while I was still composing myself. He was dressed, thank God. "(Y/N) you scared me! Again!" 

"You scared me!" I playfully punched his shoulder. Picking up what I had previously dropped, I stood in front of the mirror. 'Wow, I look rougher than I thought.' My (H/C) hair was in small knots about my face. I ran my fingers through it, attempting to untangle it slightly. Because of the mirror, I saw Lafayette disappear into the kitchen and then heard the faucet begin running. He is the first guy I've ever met that actually washes his own dishes. Score!

~Time skip brought to you by an author who doesn't want to narrate this scene~

Leaving my hairbrush, toothbrush, and other things on the shelf above the toilet, I walked into the main apartment; Lafayette was nowhere to be found. On the cabinet next to the sink was a hot pink post-it note. I pulled it off and it read:

"(Y/N), I went out to meet Alex and the Schuyler sisters; don't panic. Here's my #: "

Following it was a string of numbers. I pulled out my phone and typed them in, hoping it was correct.

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(Y/N): Is this the correct number for a certain Frenchie?

Unknown: Depends who that certain Frenchie is. Could you describe him?

(Y/N): I never said it was a he! Ha! WYA? I wanna come to hang out with the sisters.

UNKNOWN CHANGED YOUR NAME TO "Felllow_Immigrant"