You Shot me

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A/N: final has ended! Also I hate period, I have very bad cramps.

Alex POV

I look ahead, the sun waking up for the day, seeing Burr glaring at me. My second, Nathaniel Pendleton, has done talking and hand me the pistol. Nodding and putting on my glasses, I walk to Burr my head up high. We face back to back and begin to count to ten.

1, Laurens, I can wait to see you again.

2, Philip, I sorry my son.

3, Mom, I miss you so much.

4, Washington, you like a father to me.

5, Peggy, I still remember you.

6, Lafayette, I sorry that I didn't help you.

7, Hercules, thank you for everything.

8, Burr, I forgive you.

9, Betsey, I love you.

10, I sorry.

*Bang*

I wake up covered in sweat, Mr.Buttercup was on the ground, and by my side is Aaron. Aaron Burr, the guy who shot me is my college roommate. He gently put a hand on my right shoulder, his eyes full of concerned. I flinche at his touch and he pull away his hand quickly.

"Alexander, what happened? Why are you screaming?" Aaron asked sitting down on my bed.

I just stare at him, my heart racing alittle. I put my hand where he shot me, it a scar there. I remember asking my mom why I have a scar there when I was born. Knowing that I am a old soul like her, she told me that how I die and that many other old soul have a scar when they die.

"Alexander can you hear me?" Aaron call out to me.

" You shot me," I can only whisper my answer. The brunett eyes wide at what I say and step away from me.

"H-Hamilton?" He asked, stuttering, even though he know it true.

"Hi Burr," I said waving at him awkwardly. I grab my phone to see the time is 12:15, I want to my contacts and call John. Putting the phone to my ear I look over to Aaron who still in shock. I don't blame him, I will be in Shock if I seeing the person that I shot.

"Alex?" A sleepily John asked. His southern accent more stronger than usual. "Why are you calling me at...1:25?"

"My roommate and I...are fighting," I lied, hoping that John buy it.

"What happened?" John asked not buying the lie at all. How he know that I'm lying!?

"It a long story. It is ok that I come over?" I walk over to my desk to grab my things.

"Unless you want to see a angry frenchmen, you can come over. Want me to pick you up?" John said and I can hear him getting his key.

"No, it fine. I can dive myself there," I said grabbing my car key.

"Ok then, dive safe. Love you."

"Love you too." With that I grab my thing. I didn't change, wearing sweat and a long sleeve, but I did pack some clothes with me. After putting on my shoe and getting my key I turn to Aaron before walking out of the door.

"Bye," he didn't respond, "see you later."

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Knocking on the door I wait for a moment. I warp my arm around myself since it cold and even though I wearing a sweater. Hearing someone opening the door to reveal, just like John say, a angry frenchmen.

"Why must you interrupt my beauty sleep?" Lafayette annoying said and open the door more wide. "You know what, come on in."

Walking in the apartment seeing John just walk in the room. The frenchman walk back to his room mumble something about needing his beauty sleep.

"So...what happened?" John immediately asked, "And don't you lie to me."

"Wait! How did you know that I was lying!" I point a finger at him causing him to sigh.

"Well for starter I am your boyfriend, second, we were lover in the past life, and lastly, you bad at lying." John responded taking my stuff and put it on the couch.

"I not that at laying," I cross my arm and pout at John.

"No offense, but you are," John jokingly said, but noticed my pout. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

I look at John, who holding out his arm for a hug, but quickly turn away. Nope! Nope! I not letting him win this time, no matter how hot he is. He not going to win!

"Babygirl, I say that I'm sorry," I blush at that nickname, but I fought back the temptation at looking at him. Suddenly John lift me up,bridal style, making me warp my arms around his neck.

"J-John w-what are you doing?" John didn't answer me and drop me on the couch. John climb on top of me, smile mischievously, and siding a hand under my shirt. Then he...

"HAHAHA! J-JOHN! HAHAHA! S-STOP!" He started to tickle me. What the hell!

"NOT UNTIL YOU ACCENT MY APOLOGY!" John yell as he use his free hand to pin my hand above my head. I try to fight back by using my legs, but I was laughing too much. He didn't stop tickle me until he get hit by a pillow.

"SHUT UP! JESSAYE DE DORMIR!" Lafayette yell at us and then notice the position that we in. "Et ne pas avoir des relations sexuelles sur le canapé; le faire dans votre chambre, John."

"It not what it look like! I just tickle Alex." John blush trying to explain, but Lafayette just want back to his room with a smirk on his face.

"Well...that was embarrassing." I sit up, my hand free, and look at John.

"Yes, that was embarrassing," John sit down by me, "want do go to sleep?"

"That will be gre-" I squeal as John, yet again, pick me up bridal style. "John what are you doing?"

"To my room," John replied nonchalant.

I blush at that and remembering what the frenchman say earlier. 'What does he mean by that' I thought as John open the door of his room. He drop me on his bed, my face is now a tomato, and grab the blanket. Then he hug me or spooning,him being the big spoon and covering us with the blanket

"Good night my dear boy,"

"Wait what?"

"We going to sleep. What did you think what we doing to do?," John teasing ask me.

Hiding my face by using the blanket I quickly say, "N-nothing. Nothing at all."

I can hear John chuckle and hug me tighter. A few minutes went by and I hear John snoring signal me that he is asleep. Slowly turning to face his chest and snuggle closer to him. I feel my eyes started to closer and I fell asleep with John holding me.

French Translation

•SHUT UP! JESSAYE DE DORMIR!- SHUT UP! I TRYING TO SLEEP!

●Et ne pas avoir des relations sexuelles sur le canapé; le faire dans votre chambre, John- and do not have sex on the couch; do it in your room, John.

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