ANDPEGGYANDPEGGYANDPEGGY chapter 6
Hi Guys! I am sososososososososososososososososo sorry for how late this is! I don't really have an excuse, except it is the end of a trimester, and I had an orchestra concert, and I got sucked into the heathers fandom for a bit, and I didn't have this chapter prewritten, and I auditioned for my school musical. I sicerely apologize!
Trigger warnings- Mentions of self harm, self depreciating thoughts, an "episode" (IDK how to describe)
"Um...non. J'mapelle Lafayette. Who is this 'Jefferson' you speak of? Not Thomas Jefferson, surely?" Peggy kept looking back and forth between the two teens, as though they were a rather interesting tennis match.
"Yeah, Thomas is my roommate. You look shockingly like him. Like its almost scary." Aaron said, duties as a waiter completely forgotten.
"Well, how you say? Duh. He's my older brother. When our Parents died, an American couple-the Jefferson's-adopted him, but couldn't take me also. I ended up in the French version of your "foster system", until I ran away. The Washington's found me out on the streets of New York after I stowed away on a cargo ship, and took me in. They eventually got garde légale, so no one could get me. I haven't seen mon frère in many years." Lafayette's eyes were sad, but brightened slightly. "Does that count as a vérité?"
Alexander laughed. "Oui, I think that constitutes as a truth."
Everyone laughed, understanding. Aaron seemed to remember he worked there, and excused himself. Lafayette still seemed a little off to Peggy, but she understood. The Frenchman then turned to Peggy.
"Vérité ou défi, mademoiselle," he asked, and Peggy realized how dry her mouth was. She took a sip of water, trying to calm her anxiety.
"Um, dare?" she muttered without thinking.
Laf's eyes shone with excitement."D'accord, switch clothes with John. Doesn't have to be everything, just outside clothes."
John looked up, a glimmer of fear in his eyes. "Wait…"
"What?!" Peggy finished, panic rising in the pit of her stomach as she viewed John's short-sleeved t-shirt. "We are in a public place!"
"No no," Hercules said, grinning. "We can make this work! If Peggy has some other female in the bathroom, who can pass her clothes to another dude who passes it to John in the men's room. The guy does the same for Laurens."
Everyone nodded except Peggy, who covered her now red face with her hands. "Seriously guys," she asked somewhat angrily, gesturing vaguely at her meal. "Right in front of my salad?"
"I'll help John!" Lafayette was laughing so hard, It had been hard to get the words out, but he did. Angelica reluctantly agreed to help Peggy, as she was on the outside end of the booth. Lafayette pushed Peggy out of the booth, and Laurens clambered over Herc after them. Peggy tried to put up a fight, but she knew it was useless.
She and Angelica entered the bathroom Peggy had melted down in earlier, and the younger sister entered a stall. She shrugged her hoodie and tank top off and tossed them to Angelica over the door. Hearing her sister leave with it, Peggy sighed. How was she going to get out of this? She stripped her jeggings off, unable to figure out an alternative.
Angelica reentered, with Laurens' pants and shirt. Peggy forked over her pants and quickly changed into John's jeans. They were a little baggy on her, but not too bad. The T-shirt, however, was big even on John, and clearly showed her scars, so Peggy didn't want to leave the relative safety of the restroom without her hoodie.
"Come on Peg!" Angelica called impatiently. Peggy took a shaky breath, then unlocked the door, and stepped out. She followed Angelica out of the room in silence, trying to hide her arms in the folds of the baggy shirt. She didn't think it was working.
They are all going to see. Mariah, who had been strangely silent for a while, continued. They will all know. You are royally screwed. Not only that, you also look awful in that outfit, and you are sitting next to Laf. That means he is the most likely to notice the scars, and you are dressed like a homeless person.
"Ils sont là!" Laf whooped triumphantly as they returned to the table. Peggy realized how lucky it was that her hoodie was stretchy, because Laurens was ripped. It wasn't as obvious as Hercules' muscle bound frame, but the freckled teen's sixpack was visible under the tight yellow fabric. His jeggings were way too tight for him, and the top was too short, so when he stretched, moved, or even breathed, his bare, shredded abs came into view. He was bright red, and looked even more uncomfortable than Peggy felt.
"Can we please switch back now?" Laurens pleaded.
"Non!" Laf crooned happily. "Not until we are all done eating."
"How could you do this!?" Peggy said grumpily as Herc let Laurens back into the booth, but she couldn't stay mad at Lafayette.
"Well then…" Alexander said, a little hesitantly. "Shall we postpone the game for the rest of lunch?"
Everyone consented and began eating. Well, Peggy was more pushing the lettuce around her plate and taking an occasional bite. While they ate, everyone broke off into separate conversations; Eliza and Angelica kept Alexander occupied, John and Hercules were arguing about something, and Lafayette was asking Peggy questions in between bites of his cheeseburger.
"So what is your favorite kind of music?" He asked, looking away from his meal and into Peggy's eyes.
"Um.." Peggy was a little flustered, not used to attention. "My favorite Band is Twenty-Øne PilØts. I especially like their first album."
"What genre of musique do they play?"
"Um…" Peggy wasn't sure how to answer. "They do a lot of different stuff. Pop, rap, ukulele, screamo, reggae-"
"Wait." Lafayette cut her off, a look of confusion in his eyes. "Ukulele Screamo?"
Peggy nodded. "It's art," she responded innocently, hiding a smirk.
Okay. Mariah suddenly burst in. I can't take this anymore. You are talking like you are a lovesick third grader. And a nerd. You are making a fool of yourself. This is an intervention. Peggy's eyes widened in horror as she felt control slipping away from her. Lafayette's gold eyes were suddenly scared and concerned at her unexpected mood swing.
"Are you okay mon ami?"
Peggy and Mariah mentally grappled in silence, only vaguely aware of their surroundings. They fought for control; Peggy trying to keep her darker side hidden, to be seen as normal, Mariah clawing her way out, no longer content to be a bystander. This happened occasionally, but Peggy had always been alone. Outwardly, Peggy was unresponsive-almost catatonic-to Laf, who was know shaking her. She came to to him almost in tears, the others at the table now worried as well: Alexander standing, Angelica and Eliza in shock, not understanding what was happening, Herc and Laurens yelling for Burr.
"-eggy! Peggy what is wrong!?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened," Mariah lied smoothly. "I guess I've been under a lot of stress lately? I think I'm okay now, though." She smirked, knowing she'd won.
Well then. Thanks to all who reviewed. It has been brought to my attention that I'm portraying heavy music (Screamo, rap, etc) as suicidal or satanist. I sincerely do not mean to portray this as such-I just incorporated it in as a Possible sign of depression (as it was one for me). I hope I didn't offend. I'm personally not happy with this chapter, so any questions, suggestions, or plans to fight instead of fleeing west are definately apprecieated!
The Pied Piper's Assistant-Thank you again for your wonderful review! The other day actually, someone called me a Satanist just because I was wearing red and black, and I almost decked him. I completely agree with you. Thanks for helping me understand!
Avese23-You are too kind! I hope this chapter lived up to the Dare you gave me! Also, yes, This is in modern times. I'm not sure if Angelica and Eliza are going to recognize their mistake anytime soon, but I hope they will eventually!
Trashytrashbag-Why thank you, sorry this is soooo late!
Asdsfg-Thank you for your Dare, I'm glad i figured out a way to incorporate it!
ShaymieTehShaymin-Yes let's please! Thanks for your review!
JADBZWILDCHAOS-LOL totally! Thanks for reviewing! Your review made my day!
Remember who you are and what you stand for! My next chapter will also be a little late, but after that I should be back on track.
RN.