So this is a continuation - or another side of the story - to Secrets Are Meant To Be Spread, except with less Lams (whoops) and more Peggy X Lafayette. I know, it's a weird ship, but hey, I'm almost 14. Get used to my fangirling! XD

Enjoy!

PEGGY POV

Angelica began to talk to the four boys, and the whole time, I was wondering whether she was flirting with Lafayette or not. But Angie wouldn't do that, right? I turned over to Eliza, whose face was as red as a cherry. She's had a crush on that Alex guy since Freshman year, even though Angie was the only one who was actually close with him. After a while, Angie and Alex began to walk towards us, with Eliza hyperventilating like crazy. I rolled my eyes, but I wasn't really surprised because she was the romantic out of the three of us.

The three of them began to talk, but all I could focus on was Lafayette, who was drinking multiple glasses of Pepsi. Suddenly, he yelled "JUST MAKE A MOVE!" due to all the sugar he had in his body. Then he looked at me straight in the eyes, his gaze focused on mine, as my face began to feel like lava. I quickly looked away, embarrassed out of my mind that he caught me staring at him. Laffy was the love of my life; basically my other half, to be honest. If only he weren't so damn clueless…

It was so painful to watch Eliza constantly flirting with Alex, while I was just sitting at a table (alone), playing with my thumbs because my phone was dead. I had absolutely nothing to do, but right as that thought came into my head, I heard a voice say, "You alright, mon cheri?" It was obvious the person behind me was Lafayette.

I turned around to him and smiled. I had no idea what 'mon cheri' meant. "I think 'alright' is an overstatement…" I stated, causing him to walk closer to the table and sit by me.

"Why's that?"

"I-I mean…I guess I'm just…jealous, if you know what I'm talking about."

"How come you're jealous?"

"Well, it's 'cause…Eliza likes someone who's nice and caring and all that jazz, but the person I love-" I suddenly choked up, knowing that he'd figure out I was talking about him. "I…I love…"

"It's fine, you don't have to tell me." he said with a smile. "Just know that I'm always here for you, mon cheri."

I smiled back and said, "Heh, thanks, Lafayette… but can I ask what 'mon cheri' means? You've been calling me that a lot lately, and I'm just wondering."

His face began to turn a bright shade of red. He looked away, smiling nervously. "Uh…I-It means…" he stuttered, but then stood up from his chair and said, "Oh, would you look at the time! I better get home! I'll see you tomorrow, mon ch- Peggy!" And just like that, he ran away, without saying another word.

What could be so bad about the word 'mon cheri?' I thought to myself, as I sighed loudly and slammed my forehead on the table, looking at my feet on the ground. Great. I ruined my chances. AGAIN.

"Hey, Peg, you okay?" I heard Angie say from behind me. "You look like you're drunk."

"Yeah, drunk in love…"

"Oh, hun, don't get yourself depressed over some guy who's supposed to be romantic based on stereotypes."

"You don't get it…"

"Um, yes, I do, believe me. Look. You can still be in love with him, but if he ever breaks your heart, just come straight to me. And if I'm not there, talk to Eliza, who'll probably text me."

I lifted my head up to look at my oldest sister. "Whatever you say, Ms. Angelica."

"C'mon, let's get you home before Dad finds out about Eliza being in love."

When the three of us arrived at home, we all went our separate ways. We weren't really that social when it was just the three of us, but other than that, we were pretty social. I dashed to my room to charge my phone, remembering there was still no battery left. Plus, I had to check what 'mon cheri' meant to see if it meant something…more than I thought it would mean. When my phone battery reached 5%, I could finally use it once again, so I turned it on and opened my translator app. The reason why I have the app is because ever since I met Lafayette, I've always wanted to learn French, also know as the language of love. I typed in 'mon cheri' in the French box, then in the English box, it said… 'honey.' It said HONEY.

I couldn't help it but to squeal as loud as I could. Knowing what that meant made my life a whole lot easier and better, but I don't know if it would make Lafayette's life 'easier.' In a stupid act of excitement, I texted Lafayette saying; hey, mon cheri ;), and about a minute later, he responded with;

So you figured out what it meant, didn't you?

maybe i did, maybe i didn't. you never know :P

I'll just say I meant what I said ;)

That was the moment my heart almost burst out of my chest.

i did, too ;)

Here, let's play a game where I say a phrase in French and you have to guess what it means WITHOUT using Google Translate. Deal?

ugh, fine. i'll delete it…

Lol good luck, Peggy ;)

Ok so the first phrase is 'Tu es belle'

whaaaat

c'mon, you know I don't French

I MEANT TAKE FRENCH

ignore that text plz

Lmao it's fine, chill out

Just try to guess what it means before you die of embarrassment

I tried to think of what it could possibly mean without using my translator, but it was no use. Then I remembered that Angie took French 2 in school, so I unplugged my charger from my phone, rushed to her bedroom and slammed the door open. "ANGIE!" I said, making her jump. "YOU TAKE FRENCH, RIGHT?!"

"Jesus Christ, Peggy…!" she yelled, placing her hand against her chest in shock. "What the hell happened to you?"

"So Lafayette sent me this text in French, and I need you to translate it for me, because he told me I couldn't use Google Translate." I sprinted to her bed and shoved my phone in her face to show her the text. "So? What does it mean?!"

"Tu es belle…?" she mumbled to herself, as her eyes suddenly widened in shock. It was clear that this phrase was either good or bad, due to her facial expression. "Y-Y'know, hun, I think you should ask him tomorrow at school what it means. I'm a little rusty with my French right now, so yeah, you should ask him later."

"But I can't wait that long! He won't tell me even if I ask him at school!"

"I'm trying to do homework right now, okay?! So can you please get out?!"

I sighed and said, "Fine! Thanks for all the 'help!'" I then stormed out of her room, slamming the door shut behind her. The only thing on my mind was that one sentence. I couldn't even sleep that night.

"Tu es belle…" I whispered to myself while I was laying in my bed. "Why're French people so confusing, yet so romantic? That's the worst combo ever…"

My eyes could barely stay open during the White House field trip the next day. I kept on thinking about this dream I had last night, about Lafayette and I, starting a family and growing old together for the rest of eternity, but I was crazy to think that would become a reality. I wanted to repeat that dream over and over again in my sleep, but there's no such thing, is there? Sadly, Lafayette and I weren't in the same tour group, so we couldn't talk at anytime, except for lunch.

When lunch began, everyone was seated near their 'friend groups,' with mine being my sisters and I. Angie spotted Jefferson and Burr apparently harassing Lafayette's friend group so she stood up and said, "I'm gonna go talk to them." and walked over to their table. After seeing Angie near them, the two rushed back to their table, not wanting to get into anymore trouble than they were already in. Then my sister and Alex went to talk to each other alone for some reason, maybe inviting him to our party tomorrow night. She might've also been talking to him about Laurens, because I remember Eliza asking if he liked anyone last night, and Angie said that he might like Laurens, but she didn't know for sure.

"Here, I'm going to the bathroom." Eliza declared, standing up from our table and walking towards the restrooms, while I was debating if she was jealous or not.

Thoughts of Lafayette suddenly came to my mind. Thoughts of that one sentence; 'Tu es belle.' What could it possibly mean? I rested my chin on my palm, thinking of everyone possible translation. As I was in this deep thought, my phone suddenly buzzed, so I pulled it out of my pocket and saw a new text from…speak of the devil.

You okay?

I smiled at the fact he was worried about my feelings. I looked up to see where he was, and he was sitting at a table with his group - Mulligan and Laurens, with Alex talking to Angie - about fifty feet away from me. He smiled and waved to me, as he stood up from his group, making them ask where he was going, but he just ignored their questions and continued to walk over towards me. When he arrived, he sat down across from me. "Can't you tell me what 'tu es belle' means?" I asked him in a pleading manner.

"Non," he began with a smirk. "You have to figure it out for yourself, even if you don't French. Oh, sorry, I meant take French! Ignore that…" It was clear that he was mocking my texts from last night, so I playfully punched him in the arm. "OW! What was that for?!"

"For not telling me what it means, of course! This game is rigged."

"Every game you lose is rigged."

"Um, yeah, that's what makes it rigged."

He sighed. "Whatever you say. Oh, that reminds me… So…Prom is coming up, and I-" But he was interrupted by Mulligan before he could finish his sentence.

"Ey, whaddup, Lafayette, my man! How's life?!" he said loudly, putting his arm around Lafayette's shoulders. "How's your chat goin'? Are ya makin' some progress here?"

"Progress…?" I questioned.

"Oh, well you see, Peggy, Lafayette here has been waiting to ask you to Pr-"

"Okay, Mulligan, we better get back to our table before Alex freaks out. Au Revoir, mon cheri!"

A feeling of shock struck inside of me when he didn't take back calling me 'mon cheri' when he already knew I found out what it meant, but at the same time, I was a little disappointed because I had the slightest feeling he was going to ask me to Prom. I guess to witness perfect moments you have to be patient, right? But I have no patience whatsoever. Great.

Now THAT was a long first chapter. I really hope you liked it!

~MJ