Hamilton || Into the Future! [Reader Insert + x Reader] ( ON HOLD )

4. Jail

// Unedited , and the author was half asleep through out all of the making of this chapter. I'll get the plot later when I'm awake

(Y/N) woke with a jolt, and she immediately regretted sleeping on the floor. Why was it so bumpy? She groaned, and curled up in her blanket even more. She moved her hand up, and started fiddling with her hair while falling back asleep. But, it didn't feel like her hair. She slowly moved her other hand, and felt the bumpy 'floor' again. Did the floor have..

"What're you doing?"

She froze at the voice. She closed her eyes and pretend that she was asleep. "I know you're awake. Your breathing is off." He sighed in an unamused tone. Shoot. (Y/N) slowly looked up and saw a disheveled, and exhausted George. "Hi, Stranger. What're you doing?" She said in an awkward tone, as if she didn't know what she was doing. "Being assaulted in my sleep." He gestured to my hand. (Y/N) immediately moved her hand away. "I swear, it's not what you think. I thought you were the floor." (Y/N) rambled.

"Mhmm.." George starred at her with a sh*t-eating grin. I wanna slap that off her face so bad- "You shouldn't be starring." He then said to get your attention. You quickly looked away, and rested your head back down on his chest. "Whatever, just go back to sleep. I'm too tired to deal with you." She sassed. "It's at least 7 in the morning." George looked at the clock. "My point stands." (Y/N) smirked, before falling back asleep.

When (Y/N) woke up, she didn't feel the warmth of George underneath her. She struggled to get up, and winced since sleeping on her boobs hurt. She walked to the kitchen to see that there was no one there. She furrowed her eyebrows, and shrugged, before walking away. She knew they were real, and she didn't dream it all.

She went the the planetarium, and picked Alexander the Turtle out. She held him in her hands and asked, "Do you know where the gay founding fathers are?" She joked. She then set him on top of her head, and walked around the apartment. She opened the bathroom, to see Lafayette with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Sweet Jesus, My Lord and Savior!" (Y/N) turned around and blushed, covering her eyes.

"Mademoiselle, you almost dropped the turtle. Is something the matter?" Lafayette asked, his French accent was thick. Maybe it was the fact that you had no clOTHES ON- "Yes." Was all that came out of her. "U-uh, Um. Where are the others?" (Y/N) stuttered. "Not sure. They said that they were out to get something for you, and they strictly told me not to tell you that." He crossed his arms. (Y/N) had turned around, and ignored the fact that he only had a towel covering his bits. "Where did they say they were going?" She frowned. Lafayette only shrugged.

But that's when they got the cliche phone call.

(Y/N) quickly rushed over, and picked up the phone. She answered with a 'Hello?' And the person on the other line responded with, "Hey, (Y/N). This is (Y/N)'s number right?" (Y/N) paused for a second. "That depends, who's asking?" She smirked at her own joke. "Officer Sawyer. The new one? There are seven men with 1700 cosplay, and claim to be founding fathers? The only name they are willing to give me is yours. Do you know them?"

(Y/N) mentally facepalmed. Of course. I can't even sleep for an hour.

"Yes, I know them. I'll head over, and pick them up." (Y/N) said with a sigh. "Great. Thank you, (L/N)." Officer Sawyer said on the other line. (Y/N) hung up with a rather embarrassed expression on her face. "Lafayeet!" (Y/N) yelled, and turned around. "Oui?" Lafayette sticks his head out, and raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to go get the other gay ones. You stay here until I get back, okay?" (Y/N) grabbed her keys. "Mademoiselle?" Lafayette said.

"Yes?" She turned around, and say Lafayette with pants on (finally). He picked Alexander the Turtle off (Y/N)'s head and chuckled. "Forgetting someone, Mon Ami?" He showed the turtle to (Y/N) with a hint of sass. (Y/N) chuckled nervously. "Thanks, Laf." (Y/N) put his hand on his cheek, and patted it for turning away and walking out.