A/N: All speech in these '- -' is a translation from french.

EX: "-Hello I am a tasty tasty taco-"

Peggy woke with a start the next morning via water bucket thrown all over her. Angelica stood in the doorway, empty bucket in hand, frowning.

"Whoa! What the heck?" Peggy cried as she wiped water from her face.

"You forgot to set your stupid alarm again," Her sister growled, "We have lunch with the boys in an hour and I want to make a good impression."

"Does it really matter if I'm there or not?" Groaned Peggy.

"It wouldn't have if you didn't make such a point to be included in the conversation yesterday." Fumed the girl.

"Well thanks for using the water because now I have to do my hair and make us late!" Angelica's eyes narrowed and she made an angry noise from the back of her throat before stomping out, calling for Eliza.

Peggy sighed and stood up to stretch. She took a quick look at her refection in her mirror and sighed. The sisters had gotten home very late last night, so Peggy had fallen right asleep without taking her makeup off. To make matters worse, her father had been reading the newspaper in the entry hall when they'd gotten home so the girls had to sneak into their respective bedrooms, Peggy's way of entry had involved a tree and it was evident in the twigs that were stuck in her, now wet hair. Peggy inwardly sighed. It would be a lot of work to do.

Lunch had just been what Peggy had predicted. The waiter had forgotten her order and she didn't get food. It was pointless to make conversation because she got over shadowed every time. Not all the time by her sisters though. Sometimes Alex would get excited and talk over everyone. He may've been the smallest but he was five feet of pure rage.

"Let's get ice cream!" Hercules suggested and he was met by a chorus of agreements.

"Um, actually I'm lactose intolerant." Peggy called out from the back of the crowd. It was the first time the entire meeting that no one had interrupted her.

"That's nice. Now where's the nearest ice cream parlor?" Eliza's brushing off of Peggy's comment was the last straw. Annoyance was replaced by white hot rage, but Peggy didn't speak a word. She simply turned and stalked off in the opposite direction. No one followed her or commented on her disappearance.

'Typical.' She thought. 'Just typical.' She'd been walking for about five minutes, her anger burning out slowly, when she heard her name being called. The short girl swiveled on her heel and looked in confusion.

Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette was jogging to catch up with her.

"My god, for someone so small, you walk so fast!" He panted once he caught up to her.

"I think I'll take that as a compliment." The man grinned and stuck out a hand.

"Je m'appelle Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette." He said and held out a hand. Peggy shook it and laughed.

"I know who you are. We met yesterday. Remember? French Fry?"

"Ah yes. Please, call me Lafayette. You sisters don't allow you to talk very much, do they not?" Peggy cracked a grin.

"No. You don't talk very much in general." She joked and Lafayette's eyes crinkled, they way she noticed they did when he smiled.

"Non. My english, it is not the best."

"Well I'll have you know I'm quite fluent in french." The foreigner looked stunned.

"-You speak french?-"

"-No. I'm awful. What on earth are you saying?-" Peggy retorted and Lafayette's laughed. Really hard.

"For a girl who doesn't get to speak, you are very funny." He chuckled. But his face took on a more serious tone and he looked at her questionably.

"Why did you leave?"

"Oh it's nothing. Just wasn't feeling the best." Peggy brushed it off with a bright smile but the frenchman persisted.

"You seem fine right now."

"Well I was getting fresh air. It clears my head."

"We dined outside. That was fresh air." Peggy sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Okay fine. I'll tell you." Lafayette looked at her expectantly, with eyes that reminded her of a cat, waiting for it to be fed.

"The truth is," Peggy looked away. "I'm sick of Angelica and Eliza always overlooking be and being horrible. I can't say anything, make any friends, join any clubs, being I'm a Schuyler sister. I have to be joined at the hip with Angelica and Eliza. I'm always just 'and Peggy!'." Lafayette frowned,

"It is understandable. And perceivable." He smiled. "But now I know you speak french. And we can all sorts of conversations." Lafayette held out his arms.

"Shall we?" He asked in mock politeness and Peggy giggled. She latched into his arm and together they walked back to his friends. Angelica frowned but said nothing.

"Hey Lafayette, where'd you go?" Asked Aaron when the pair arrived.

"I was just talking to Peggy." Burr shrugged and went back to his ice cream. Peggy sat down across from her new friend and looked at the menu. Just as she had thought. There was nothing she could have with her allergy.

"-So you really can't eat anything?-" Lafayette's french broke her thoughts.

"-I can if I want to vomit.-" Quipped Peggy and Lafayette's eyes crinkled.

"Okay, what?" Lafayette turned to look at the rest or his friends, all looking confused.

"Don't worry. It's just my language." Lafayette explained and Alex groaned, "All that time I spent teaching you english! Wasted!"

"-I think your english is wonderful already.-" The youngest Schuyler sister remarked.

"Thank you mon ami."

"Christ, are we going to have two french fries around all the time?" Aaron Burr complained.

"What do you mean, around all the time?" Eliza asked innocently.

"Assuming we didn't scare you lovely ladies away." John winked but both of the eldest Schuyler sister's eyes drifted to Alex.

"You didn't scare us at all." Angelica murmured in a dreamy tone.

Lafayette and Peggy shared a look. This would end up in tears.

"Peggy." The girl looked up to see Eliza standing in her doorway. She had a strange look on her face.

"I need to talk to you." Peggy's face lit up at these words. Her sisters often confided in her, probably because she had no one to tell, but it was the only positive attention Peggy got, so she embraced it. Peggy knew her sister would be rude after this, but at the moment, Peggy didn't care.

"I'm coming." The youngest sister tossed down her book and skipped to Eliza.

"Peggy!" Angelica stood before both of them, "I need to talk to you." Eliza narrowed her eyes. Peggy inwardly sighed, Angelica would bicker with Eliza before snatching her off and Eliza would be mad at Peggy for some reason.

"Well I asked first." Eliza snapped and Angelica seemed shocked. Eliza was never the one to steal the spotlight. Eliza took her sisters shutdown as a chance and whisked Peggy to her room.

"Are you listening?" Eliza asked with a grave look on her face. Peggy nodded.

"Always."