So...a couple things:

I've always liked this AU, and a while ago, someone reviewed and reminded me of it, so I wrote this story.

ALSO SOMETHING EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: Someone made a mashup of songs from Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, and Be More Chill. And it's sooo good! If you haven't heard it, you need to stop reading this and go to the YouTube channel ukulili right flipping now!

Anyway...

"There's a new U.S. History teacher this year," Philip told his father as they drove to the high school. "Mr. Hamilton, I think."

"I know," John said.

"You do?"

"I teach the same grade as him; of course I know." John rolled his eyes. "I'm not as out of the loop as you think I am, Pip."

"Have you met him yet?"

"No, I-"

"Georges thinks he's going to be an alien from Jupiter, and that he'll actually be studying us students for his alien science class." John just sighed in response. "Theo hopes he's a graduate from Harvard or Stanford or something. Stephen and Adrienne say that he'll be an old, boring guy."

"What's your guess?" John asked as he pulled into the school's parking lot.

"That he's your age, single, and likes guys."

"Philip Laurens!" John gasped, parking his car with a jolt, his eyes wide. Philip laughed as he opened his door and stepped out of the car.

"Its been six years, Dad. Just sayin'." Philip closed the door and ran off, seeing his friends across the street. John stayed put for a minute, deciding whether or not to ground his son.

Six years...

John groaned and got out of the car, extremely unexcited for the oncoming school year. Philip was now a sophomore, which meant John had to teach him, which was both of their worst nightmares. However, they would try their best to push through another 180 days of shitty high school life, both as student and teacher. As John made his way through the crowd of students on their way to their homerooms, he built up the necessary walls in his mind to prepare himself for anything the new school year surprised him with.

Yet, John was not prepared to see the man sitting on his desk when he opened the door to his classroom.

"Jesus, Gil!" John cried, jumping in fear. The Frenchman threw his head back and laughed as John glared at him. "How did you get in here?" Gil twirled a ring of keys around his finger.

"A beautiful man has his ways," Gil smirked and winked.

"You got these from Herc, didn't you?" John asked, taking the keys and inspecting them.

"Whaaat? No..." Gil avoided John's eyes.

"Oh, come on, Gil," John groaned. Ever since John had begun working at the school years ago, Gil had grown to be his best friend. They knew everything about each other. Including, and especially, who they were fond of. "Either you ask him out and you get together, or you keep flirting and nothing ever happens between you."

"Or..." John pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Or you ask him out, go to a bar, have a one night stand, then act awkward around each other at work everyday."

"You cannot blame me for seeing no problem with that outcome. He is a P.E. teacher, after all." Gil fanned his face jokingly as John organized the papers on his desk. "Speaking of, have you met the new teacher yet?"

"No, and how does that relate to anything?"

"I believe you might like him, is all." John suddenly found that there was no more room on his desk for his things, so he swiftly pushed Gil off of it. Gil landed perfectly, then turned and scoffed at his friend. "What is the problem with you?"

"What?" John busied himself with moving the desks into a different arrangement.

"You criticize me for getting myself out there, then shy away from any chance you get to be with someone." Gil followed John around the room, trying to get in his line of vision. "How does Philip feel about you not even trying to find someone?"

"How do the twins feel about all those 'dates' you go on, huh?" John argued.

"Georges and Adrienne are happy that I'm at least meeting people."

"Yeah, well...I just don't want to get Philip's hopes up if I find someone, only to find out they aren't the one, y'know?" John sighed as the first bell rang.

"Oui, but..." Gil lowered his voice as students began to file into the room for their first class. "It is difficult to find the one if you never look in the first place, mon ami." Gil patted John on the back, smiled sweetly, then left the room. John shook his head in frustration, upset that this was how his year had started.

"How was your first day?" John asked his son as they headed back home after school. Philip stuck his tongue out and made a fart noise in response.

"How about you?" John gave the same answer that Philip had. They slipped into silence for a moment.

"What a riveting conversation." They both laughed, this being the way their conversations usually went. When their giggles died down, John asked, "Did you like your new teacher?"

"Mr. Hamilton is alright, I guess." Philip shrugged. "He's new, so he still has that awkward phase to go through. He moved here from somewhere down south, so he has a little bit of an accent. He's kinda quiet, but I can tell that he won't take any shit, especially from-"

"Philip. Language."

"Sorry," Philip groaned and rolled his eyes. "He won't let anyone mess around during class, especially not George."

"Eacker?"

"Yeah." They both groaned at the name.

"That kid is annoying."

"And mean." John perked up.

"Mean?"

"Yeah, I mean, he's just generally rude to everyone," Philip said hurriedly. "I only have history with him, so that's nice." John hummed in suspicion. "What do you think of the new teacher?" Philip wondered, changing the subject.

"I still haven't met him," John mentioned.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I just haven't seen him around."

"He's...nice...and..." Philip trailed off.

"And?"

"And Georges was right. He's an alien."

"Welp. I hope you're prepared for the CIA to break into the school."

"I've been ready," Philip said with complete seriousness, "ever since I had to do a science project with this kid named Jeremy last year. I could've sworn he was a robot." John snickered at his son's wild imagination as they arrived at their home.

"I'll be so proud of you when you catch your first monster, Pip."

"It'll be a werewolf, I can feel it." Philip howled as he got out of the car, and ran into the house. As John followed him in, he couldn't help but remember what had been said to him that morning.

It's been six years, Dad.

It is difficult to find the one if you never look in the first place, mon ami.

John shook the thoughts from his head.

This is going to be a long year...

This wasn't going to be a multiple-chapter story, but I accidentally came up with too much plot. Oops.