Chapter 21! Hope you enjoy!!! I only own the story!!! Please review, follow and favorite for more of this story!! Also if you have any ideas for future chapters, please review or PM me. Your help and support is appreciated!!!
~ShyWrites
"What the fuck!"
Alexander Hamilton was pacing around the front door. Him along with Laurens, Lafayette and Hercules were out on the town and after having their fun, they returned home. The writer started to sweat as he continued to search for his keys. Sighing, he turned to his friends and asked.
"Do you guys have your key?"
"We only have one key between the three of us." John informed Alex. "I borrowed it two days ago and gave it to Lafayette."
The french man pointed to Hercules. "I gave it to Hercules before we left today." he looked at the tall man. "You did bring it with you, right?"
Hercules patted his pockets before taking off his hat. He patted it and shook it before placing it back on his head. "I think I left it on the coffee table."
"Goddamnit!" Hamilton hissed before crossing his arms. "What do we do now?"
"We can always just get a hotel room." John reasoned, smirked at the writer. "We can get a room, get a little bit of drinks… Make some-"
"No." Alexander stated. "We need to find a way to get inside."
"I know!" Marquis exclaimed. "There's a vent next to the door. The smallest person can squeeze in and open the door from the inside."
"Alex's the smallest." Hercules said, pointing to the mentioned man. The Caribbean man sighed as the tall man remove the door from the vent. Alexander then squeeze inside and immediately stopped when the entrance reached his hips.
"What's wrong?" The french man asked. Alexander's legs swung wildly from the outside of the vent as he yelled.
"I'M STUCK!!!"
"Well at least the view is great." John stated seductively, looking at the writer's butt. The islander continued to panic in the metal area.
"Get me OUT OF HERE!!!"
"Wait I got an idea!" Lafayette proclaimed. "All we need is some butter!"
"The butter is in the apartment!" Hercules said happily. "I can go get it! All I need is the key."
"We're locked out REMEMBER?!" John pointed out as the tall man's eyes widen.
"Oh yeah."
"Hey guys!" Maria waved, coming up the stairs with James in tow. She then stared down at the trapped man before asking. "What the hell's going on?"
"We're locked out the apartment." The freckled faced man told her. "Do you happen to have your key?"
"No." Maria told them. "But James does!"
Mr. Reynolds nodded, going into his pockets. He frowned, finding nothing but his wallet and some spare change. "I don't have it."
"What do you mean?!" his girlfriend exclaimed worriedly.
"I must've left it on the bed…Or at the-"
"Well this is just GREAT!" Maria angrily shouted. "What the fuck do we do?!?"
"Just shimmy your way through!" Lafayette instructed. Alexander continued to move in the metal chamber. He then sighed.
"It's not working… I'm not moving."
"Wait- Alexander?" Maria chuckled before bursting into hysterics. "Why the hell are you in there?!?"
"It was my plan.." The frenchman said shyly as the woman continued to laugh. "He was supposed to get us inside but…"
"His ass is too big!" John butted in causing the islander to hiss.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP JOHN!!!"
~I~I~
"What are ya'll dickheads doing?"
Jefferson along with the rest of the Hamilton Hate Association were coming up the steps to the apartment when they noticed that six of their roommates were waiting outside. The bushy haired man looked at the group in distaste before asking.
"Did ya'll not hear me?!"
"We heard you…" John said bitterly as he laid on the stairs. "We're locked out the apartment."
"You dumbasses need to be responsible." Thomas stated, stepping over the others so he can get to the door.
"Oh yeah?!" said Alexander, who was still stuck in the vent. "Well you need to shut your fucking mouth or I'll shove my foot in you kneecaps!!!"
"At least I'm not in a fucking vent dipshit!!!"
"You wanna go!!!"
"HOW?!?!"
"Anyways!!!!!" Frederick butted in, walking towards the door. "You're lucky I have my key."
He went into his pockets and sadly his keys were not there. He started to sweat before turning to Seabury. "Samuel, where's my keys?"
"Oh!" the servant exclaimed. "I took them out your pants so I can iron them."
"Why?!?!?"
Seabury started to sweat before whimpering. "You can't iron pants with keys in them…."
The rich man sighed before hugging Samuel. "You're lucky these pants were warm."
He then kissed the servant on the cheek which caused him to giggle. Laurens rolled his eyes before saying.
"Anyways Burr, do you have your key?"
"No, I keep it on the nightstand in the bedroom." Aaron replied causing Lafayette to slap himself.
"What is happening and why is everyone out here?!"
The Schuyler sisters were now entering the apartment complex. Their hair, especially Peggy's, was a mess and their clothes were filthy. Angelica, who just spoke, crossed her arms at what was going on before them. Eliza, exhausted from all the walking they had to do, laid on the bottom step. Peggy looked at the people in the hallway in irritation before saying.
"Why aren't one of ya'll opening the door?"
"None of us have our key." Thomas responded coldly. "Duh…"
The youngest Schuyler clenched her teeth before marching up to Jefferson and gripping the collar of his skirt. She then snarled.
"Look shit stain, we were just abducted by some random old man and had to walk 35 miles home. I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!"
Thomas nodded, sweating in worry as Peggy shoved him to the side before kicking the door in rage. It swung open and the Schuyler sisters walked inside. The rest of the gang followed after. A few minutes later, Laurens, Lafayette and Hercules headed back in the hallway to help Alexander.
*gives you a key and locks away?*
PS: If you couldn't tell already, this chapter is tied with the last one.