Hamilton One Shots

{Washette} Make You Believe You Are Lovely (P. 2) (50)

I nodded, getting up and heading to the bathroom to shower.

Maybe George was trying to help, but I'm hoping it's more helpful than lying in bed, in my own pity party.

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"Here," I was handed an ice cream cone, piled with a peanut butter chocolate type of ice cream.

"Merci," I murmur to the tall Virginian who smiled at me.

"Hey, how about we go see a movie later?" George recommended, smiling. "I heard there is a good movie coming out about some of the Founding Fathers, kind of like the musical Lin Manuel-Miranda."

I shrugged, not really minding being out of my house and empty bed. "If you want to," I mumble, eating my ice cream I was given.

I felt George's eyes on me as I looked at the ice cream I had, not wanting to look up at the taller male. "Lafayette," he whispered. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"I don't know!" I called out, finally looking up at his brown eyes. I noticed I caused a bit of attention in the building. "I don't know," I repeated quietly.

George stayed quiet, watching me as I ate more of my cone. "It will get better."

"I've heard," I tell him, my eyes straying from his once more. "Everyone says this, but I don't know if it can get better."

"Lafay-"

"I was cheated on by someone I've known for a long time," I explained, my eyes watering. "It's just hard to think about right now. I just want to let it go, but I just can't."

"Lafayette, you can't let things go, especially things like this. You will experience pain that will hurt, but that's just life," George said wisely. "It'll take time, I know it will."

I stayed silent, eating my ice cream. Time better hurry up, then.

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A gentle hand led me to the concert, my eyes on the ground. "Come on, Laf!" John smiled at me, his eyes on me. "It'll be fun!"

"I'm not into this stuff, mon ami," I tell him, finally looking up.

"George is there," a blush creeped onto my face and I gently hit his arm.

"I hate you sometimes."

"Love ya', too," John practically shoved me into the building. "George should be in the pit. Go catch him. He's tall and easy to spot."

After John got me into the building, he ran off in a different direction than where he told me to go. A deep breath escaped my lips as I made my way towards the pit, confusion of how John me here without me finding out until I was down the street.

I noticed George instantly and he looked over to me with his brown eyes. "Hey! Come on over!" He called, smiling. I walked to him and smiled as he looked at me. "I didn't know you would actually come. This definitely is not your scene."

"I know," I agree, giggling. "John pushed me here."

Music began playing and George turned towards the stage. "It's starting. Right on time, Laf."