I kind of ship Angelica and Laurens? I just thought they'd be kind of cute together in this. Angelica is better solo though tbh.

My main ship is Alexander/Eliza, followed up by Lams of course ;)))

I kind of like how this starts off clearly then spins off into fun chaos

Anyway, please review! It let's me know that you're actually liking the story!

Enjoy!~

I remember that night clearly. Though it's a night I deeply regret, it was a night I'll never forget. How could I? It was the night that changed me forever.

I was twirling across the room with a man that had asked me to dance, and of course being polite I said yes. I had danced many times before, I was Angelica Schuyler, a Schuyler sister, there were obviously men after my sisters and I in search to fill their pockets with cash. I could see many men staring in my direction, but I didn't want to dance any longer. I bidded the man I was dancing with farewell, and walked over to my younger sister, Eliza.

Eliza was everything to me. You could never find anyone as trusting or as kind, and I loved to talk with her, she was a delight to speak with. I often tried to bring up politics, and Eliza always tried to listen, but it was clear that Eliza had no interest in such topics. She wanted to talk about how the people of New York were doing, and has a passion for helping. I knew that Eliza wouldn't let me down in giving me a distraction from the ball.

Eliza looked bored, to say the least. She looked deep in thought, and wasn't paying attention to anything in particular. I tapped her on the shoulder. "How are you holding up, Eliza?"

"I'm doing fine," Eliza responded blankly.

"You sure look like you aren't having too much fun," I commented, grinning a bit.

"Well I can't quite say I'm having a blast." Eliza sighed.

"Hey, don't get all down on me. Something's bound to happen, it's New York! You just gotta wait for it," I told her.

"I will." Eliza's words sounded forced. Then, Eliza pointed to a man that was talking with three other men across the room. "Do you happen to know who he is?"

I stared at the man, he was talking with his friends. I was surprised that he wasn't looking for a woman to speak with, it was interesting. He was wearing a simple suit, nothing special. At the moment I knew that I had to speak with him."No," I said. "In fact, I've never seen him before. But he looks nice."

As if Eliza could read my mind, she nudged me. "Hey, this one's mine." Eliza was grinning. But that wouldn't stop me from speaking with him first.

"Fine, but I get to speak with him first." Before Eliza could object, I made my way over to the man and his friends. I wasn't too sure about this, but I wanted to meet him.

"Hello," I greeted him, and the man turned away from his friends to look at me.

"Greetings." The man looked at me. "Who might you be?"

"My name is Angelica Schuyler," I introduced myself.

"Alexander Hamilton." The man bent over and kissed the back of my hand. "Do you need to speak with me?"

"Yes, actually," I told him.

"Very well." Alexander waved to his friends, and we walked to the other side of the ballroom.

"What is it that you need?" Alexander asked, and I took a deep breath.

"I saw you, and I simply thought it would be nice to get to know you. You seemed...interesting."

"How so?" Alexander's eyes were slightly narrowed, but I decided to pay no attention to it.

"Nothing much," I responded, avoiding the question. Alexander was still looking at me in a curious way, but he soon stopped. "Where's your family from?" I questioned, trying to start a conversation.

"It's unimportant, there's a million things I haven't done," Alexander responded. "But with time and effort, perhaps I will be able to achieve my goals. I don't want to be someone who relies on time to bring me what I want." Alexander seemed as if he was talking to himself for a moment, and I couldn't help but understand at that very moment. Is this what it felt like to match wits with someone at your level? I had always been the mature one out of my sisters, the one with the biggest mind. I was used to talking to myself a lot about things that no one else would get, but Alexander seemed to have just as big of a mind as me, if not bigger.

I had literally just met him, so why did I feel like he had my heart for his own?

"You seem deep in thought," I commented.

"I usually am, I apologize," Alexander murmured.

"Having a big mind is a gift, don't apologize for it." I had to admit, I really liked Alexander. He was a likeable person, I supposed.

"You think differently than most I've known," Alexander told me. "Many think I cannot pay attention, and that my mind is wandering off into the clouds."

"Then I suppose I'm different than most you've known."

"You seem unsatisfied."

"What?" I asked.

"Other girls seem joyful while they dance and talk, you however strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," I reasoned, trying to hide my blush.

"You're like me, I'm never satisfied."

"Is that right?"

"I have never been satisfied."

"I'm afraid that I can relate," I sighed, looking away for a moment. Alexander was definitely an interesting man, different from any other man I'd met. He was special- no one was quite like him. At least no one that I knew of, the world was big enough for her to not know one millionth of the people on it.

"The pains of having expectations," Alexander added. I laughed, what he was saying was true. Had I finally found someone who understood me? Jesus Angelica, slow down there! You've just met the man! But who could blame me? Alexander was charming to say the absolute least.

"I suppose so." I closed my eyes for a second, just to make sure that this wasn't a fantasy. No corny pick-up lines? No instantly talking about marriage, or anything love life related? I didn't need to pinch myself to know that it was definitely a fantasy.

"Well, Miss Schuyler, it seems we have some things in common."

"Do we, or did you go through my mind to know who I am in attempts to be charming?" Alexander laughed, and I could swear that my heart was skipping some beats here and there. His smile...it was perfect.

"I'm afraid I lack that ability, but if I could, I'm sure I would have."

I couldn't help but smile."Well, Mr. Hamilton, how long have you been in New York?"

"I recently arrived," he answered. "However, I'll be leaving in a month or so. I'm part of the revolution, it's my duty to serve the colonies."

"I see," I murmured. "How have you been doing?"

"Not the greatest," he sighed. "But I've been fine overall. Say, would you like to get a drink?" I wanted nothing more than to say yes at that very moment, but as I looked back I saw Eliza watching us. I wanted to ignore it, but how could I? As I looked into her eyes, they were purely helpless. And by helpless I don't mean sad and all- I mean helpless. Like she wanted to do something, to say something, but she was defenseless. Before I had come over here she had told me that he was her's.

And who was I exactly to ignore my own little sister?

I couldn't go with Alexander- my feelings for him would only grow. And I wasn't going to sit around with the man Eliza would most likely end up loving as well- he was Eliza's, not mine. And he would never be mine.

"Actually, there's someone I'd like you to meet," I told him, and began walking towards Eliza.

"Where are you taking me?" Alexander asked.

"I'm about to change your life."

"Then by all means, lead the way."

I lead him over to where Eliza was standing, and felt as if my heart would die. By introducing him to Eliza, I would be giving Alexander up. He would no longer be mine, but my dear Eliza's. Although a part of me knew that Eliza would understand if I were to keep him, I wasn't about to act as if I hadn't agreed that Eliza had called him for herself.

"Elizabeth Schuyler, it's a pleasure to meet you," Eliza introduced herself.

"Schuyler?" Alexander asked.

"My sister," I responded.

"Ah."

"I'll leave you to it," I told them, walking away. Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes, but I wiped them away. It wasn't about me, it was about Eliza. I knew she'd be happy with Alexander, and from the moment I saw her stare at him, I knew that she wanted more than to simply meet him. But after all, I don't think I could've ever married Alexander. Not just because of Eliza, but talking financially.

My father had no sons, so I'm the one who has to social climb for a rich husband- I'm a girl in a world in which that's my only job. And Alexander, by looks of it, didn't have much. Not only that, but Alexander had said himself that he would leave in a month, and in all honesty, I don't think I would be able to handle a relationship in which all I could do was write to him. I wouldn't see his face, and being the suspicious person I am, I would never be able to know if he was really doing what he said he was doing.

Eliza, however...She'd be willing to do it if that's what it took. She'd be willing to write everyday if it meant she would speak with Alexander. Eliza would do whatever it took, and she would trust Alexander. And perhaps Alexander himself would be happier with my sister, Eliza was kind and caring. Eliza would make a better wife than I ever could, they would both be happy.

I knew that if I told Eliza that I loved him she'd stand aside and let me have him because Eliza would care more about me than her. But I wouldn't take advantage of Eliza's understanding self, if my Eliza ended up loving Alexander, than she would be with him without her older sister standing in her way.

"Angie!" I turned around to see Peggy standing there, her eyes shining. "Angie, Eliza was talking with a man, and now they're dancing!" I looked over to see Eliza and Alexander dancing. They were moving so smoothly. At that moment, I knew that they loved each other.

"Well I'll be damned," I muttered.

"Let's watch them and hold this over Eliza for the rest of her life," Peggy snickered.

I smiled and ruffled Peggy's hair. "You're a mischievous little one, aren't you?" Peggy giggled, a grin on her face. I had to admit, no one in this world was more adorable than Peggy.

I watched as Alexander and Eliza danced, the way they did it- it was flawless. They seemed perfect together. And as much as I hated to admit it- it twisted my heart to see them so happy together. I couldn't help but feel as if I could be in Eliza's place right now, dancing with Alexander. No, it didn't twist my heart, it broke my heart. It didn't make me a jerk to admit that, right?

I couldn't help but long to be talking with Alexander right now, deep in a conversation about something- anything.

"Maybe we should tell her that we'll tell Daddy that she was spending her time with the man unless she makes cookies," Peggy suggested, a grin on her face.

"You sneaky sneak fox!" I tickled her, and Peggy turned away giggling madly. "But no, we'll let Eliza get by this time, it's not everyday that you find a man that you like spending your time with."

"Hm." Peggy looked deep in thought, as if she was wondering whether she should listen to me or blackmail Eliza anyway. "Fine, I guess. Anyway, I have to go. See you after!" Before I could respond, Peggy ran off. I wonder what that girl is up to, I thought, but pushed it away as Alexander lead Eliza off the dance floor. I wonder what that girl is up to.

I sighed, what was even happening tonight? At first it seemed fine, but now I wasn't really sure. I sighed and made my way over to the bar.

As I sat on a seat, a man sat next to me. "Ayy girl," the man slurred.

"I'm sorry Ms," another man went over. "My friend here is...well, quite drunk."

"I can see," I responded, staring at the drunk man in disgust.

"Yo, quite messin' my game up Mulligan!" the drunk man yelled. "I'm sorry hot lady, my friend is drunk on water. I've really been telling him to drink more alcohol but he simply refuses to listen to me."

"Laurens, for god's sake-"

"DON'T INSULT MY RELIGION!" the drunk man screeched.

"John, you're causing a scene!"

"You're causing a scene," the drunk man retorted. "Anyways, back to the hot lady, I'm Ivan Laurens."

"You're John Laurens," the second man corrected.

"Shut up! Anyway, tell me your name now."

"I'd rather not share my name with a drunk man," I hissed.

"Awh, c'mon," John pleaded. "I'm not gonna stalk you or anything."

"I wouldn't trust his word," the second man told her.

"Seriously Hercules!"

I stood up and walked away from that pure nonsense. I didn't want to comprehend that as well as everything else.

I saw Eliza and Alexander sitting together, speaking to each other. How did I keep seeing them everywhere? It was like someone was doing this to me and was laughing right now. Well whoever the hell it was, I'm going to ignore it all.

But I couldn't help but long to hear what they were saying. There was a chance that it was all platonic, right? Nothing romantic? Who am I kidding. They love each other. And there's nothing I can or will do about it.

"Hello, m'lady." I turned around to see a man, and shook his hand. My distraction was over, now.

After what seemed like hours, I sat down on a chair. Well, technically it had been hours. Three hours and forty-three minutes to be exact. Had it really been that long?

"Hey." Someone tapped on my shoulder, and I turned to see John standing there.

"You."

"Yes, me. I'd just like to apologize for before, and I can assure you that I am mostly sober as of right now."

"Hm."

"I saw you talking with Hamilton," John said out of nowhere. "You guys seemed deep in conversation."

"Alexander?"

"Nah, Hamilton, first names are overrated."

"Oh," I murmured. "Yeah, we were talking. He's currently somewhere with my sister Eliza, though."

"Is he? He's always off with someone." John chuckled.

"You know him?"

"Yeah I do, we're best friends as far as I know," John told me. "You're wondering how a man so nice and charming could be friends with a mess like me, aren't you?"

"Of course not!" I responded quickly, my face growing hot.

"Nah, it's cool." Laurens shrugged.

"No, really, I wasn't!" I protested.

"What's your name?" John asked. "I swear, I'm currently not interested in stalking anyone for the time being."

"Angelica Schuyler," I introduced myself. Suddenly I let go of all my suspicion and sighed, I was tired and all I wanted was to walk back over to the bar. "Have you ever felt like you wanted something but you couldn't have it because someone else wanted it and you loved them so you wanted them to have it so you gave it to the but you still wanted what you gave to them but you couldn't take it back so now you're sad and all that crap?"

"I guess?"

"Who am I kidding, this entire night was a mess."

"At least you weren't drunk for 36% of it."

"True." I let a small smile appear on my face. "You ain't so bad, John Laurens."

"Why thank you." John grinned. Suddenly I looked up at the huge clock above the entrance, and realized it was time for my sisters and I to leave.

"I need to go," I said, standing up.

"Farewell, m'lady," John said, standing up as well to shake my hand.

I smiled, and walked away to find Eliza and Peggy, wherever the hell they were.

The night was a mess, but I had to admit, it was kind of fun.