Sleepy Saturday
Alexander and John both dragged themselves out of bed to investigate the loud noise coming from the living room. It turned out that Laf was responsible. He was standing next to a very heavy textbook, which had presumably fallen down from the kitchen table.
"Is there any particular reason," John inquired, "as to why you are making enough noise to wake a sleeping elephant at seven in the morning?"
"On a Saturday," Alexander added.
Lafayette looked up at them before sighing and kneeling down to pick up his book.
"Yeah, I'm meeting with the principle to talk about the next school year."
Alexander blinked the sleep out of his eyes. "What about the next year?" he yawned.
Lafayette rolled his eyes at him and stuffed a wad of papers and some pens into his bag. "I'm here as an exchange student, remember? I don't know if you noticed, but I'm French."
"No we noticed," John said, yawning too. "But wait, what are you gonna talk about?"
"Well," Lafayette said slowly, straightening up from his bag. "I'd like to stay here for a bit longer, but I only have a visa for this year. I can probably get it renewed though but then she needs to approve my classes and confirm that I'm a 'dedicated student.' Oh and the school needs to decide if I'm allowed to stay past this term too."
Alexander felt something heavy grow in his stomach. "So you might not be here after summer?"
Lafayette laughed and reached over to ruffle his hair.
"Don't you worry your little butt, ami, it shouldn't be too hard to fix. It's just an awful lot of paperwork."
John and Alexander exhaled in unison. Lafayette smirked at them.
"How cute you are. Well, I'm leaving now or I'll be late."
John shook his head. "Who schedules a meeting at seven o' clock on a Saturday?"
Lafayette shrugged and swung his backpack onto his shoulder.
"Don't know. I guess the principle is a morning person."
John rubbed his eyes. "I'm not."
"I've noticed," Lafayette chuckled, and strode towards the door. "Enjoy your sleep, night owls!"
The door slammed shut behind him.
After a short conversation the two decided that there was really no point in going back to sleep anyways. Instead they made themselves a hearty breakfast and sat down in the sofa.
"Are you sure it's wise to eat the last croissant?" John asked Alexander and leaned back to rest his legs over the other's lap.
"Are you sure it's wise to kick my breakfast away from me?" Alexander grumbled. "But no, I'm not. I do think it's a fitting punishment for waking me up though."
John laughed. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I would never," Alexander answered through a mouthful of croissant. "Do I look like someone who would expect others to warn me about croissant theft?"
John eyed him critically.
"Yes."
Alexander made a face at him.
They spent some time flipping through the TV channels, laughing at how bad the children's programs were.
"Who decides to make a ten minute animation of a rabbit stuck in gum?" John asked.
"Some very weird person," Alexander said, playing with John's hair. At some point he'd ended up with his head in Alexander's lap.
"Animators," John muttered and reached for the remote. "They are strange."
Alexander hummed in agreement, mesmerized by the flecks of sunlight dancing over John's face.
"See that's better," John said after deciding on a new channel.
"Sure," Alexander mumbled absentmindedly and twirled some of John's curls around his fingers. "You know I think your hair is almost long enough to braid.
John moaned. "Don't."
"It would look so pretty though."
"Trust me, it wouldn't. My sister tried it once." His whole body shivered at the memory.
"Right," Alexander grinned. "This is a story I'd like to hear."
Maybe John would have told him, but he was interrupted by a long string of curses coming from Hercules' room.
The two boys looked at each other, equally confused.
"Hercules?" Alexander called, "You okay?"
"No!"
They guy himself stomped out of his room, a scowl on his face. He was shirtless and wore only a pair of pyjama pants, as if he'd just rolled out of bed. A gold necklace glimmered around his neck.
"Have any of you seen my hoodie?"
Alexander shook his head, "Nope."
"Same." John sat up. "Why?"
Hercules groaned. "I swear Laf has stolen it, I can't find it anywhere!"
"We met him when he left for that principle meeting," John supplied helpfully. "He wore a black one."
"It had some type of white print on it," Alexander added.
"That absolute twat of an idiot! He knows that's my favourite!" Hercules sighed dejectedly. "And all of his are in the washer so I can't get him back."
"Tough problem," Alexander said. "Don't you own any other clothes?"
"Yeah but, ugh. I wanted that hoodie."
John jokingly rolled his eyes. "Run out to the school board and get it then."
For a second Hercules looked like he might actually consider it, but then he shook his head.
"Too much work. I'll just find something else."
"That does seem easier," John laughed.
"Yeah," Hercules agreed solemnly. "It does."
"Well that was a wild ride from start to finish," John grinned as soon as Hercules was out of earshot.
"An 'absolute twat of an idiot?'" Alexander lauged. "I might have to start using that one."
"Same," John agreed. "Hey, on an unrelated note: did you see his necklace?"
Alexander furrowed his brows. "Yeah?"
"Since when has he had that?"
Alexander leaned back against the sofa. "Not sure," he said slowly. "But didn't Lafayette give him something gold-ish for Christmas?"
"Oh yeah, that thing he never showed us."
Alexander nodded.
"I suppose it could be, it had like a rectangle with something written on it."
Alexander made a noice of interest. "Huh, what?"
John shrugged and let his head fall down on Alexander's shoulder. "Don't know, it was too small."
"Come on, you can't just say that and then not know. I get curious!"
John laughed, the movement vibrating through Alexander's body.
"If it's from Laf it probably say something like 'France is the greatest, America sucks.'"
Alexander smirked. "Or 'Americans can't cook, and no, takeout doesn't count.'"
"True, or maybe it's the security codes to Area 51."
"What, you think Laf would be trusted with those?"
John grimaced as he imagined it. "Actually nevermind:"
"Exactly," Alex agreed.
"But then what is it?"
What followed was a long debate on what the mystical inscription might be. Some of the more notable suggestions were the entire national anthem of France, every decimal of pi, and 'Lafayette' written over and over again. Eventually, they decided that it would probably remain a mystery forever.
"Or," Alexander suggested, "we could just ask him."
"I guess," John said sleepily. "But I think our ideas are a lot better."
Alexander laughed softly. "Maybe you're right."
"Mmm," John hummed. "Perhaps I should get you a necklace."
"Really? Considering your suggestions I'm dreading what it might say."
"It will say 'You're an absolute twat of an idiot.'"
Alexander pinched his nose with a grin.
"Right. At least I'll be your absolute twat of an idiot."
"Okay, "John nodded. "I can live with that."
"It's a deal then," Alexander yawned with a smile.
John grinned, a lazy sort of morning grin. "Just don't expect anything fancy."
Alexander grinned back. "I won't. Just the title will be sufficient."
"'Alexander Hamilton - John Laurens' absolut twat of an idiot," John mused. "I like it, a deal it is."
Alexander shook his head and laughed, the sun glinting of his black hair.
"Deal."
Hello everyone! I hope you liked his chapter, I know it's a bit slower than usual but I think we all need to calm down sometimes. Feel free to tell me if you liked it, or if you didn't. I really do appreciate the criticism. Until the next chapter, take care!
