(A/N so, there's some swear words (Bleeped out like this: s**t), threats and mentions of suicide in this chapter. I will put a * where it starts and ends so you can skip it. Keep in mind I have no idea how Instagram works, so I probably messed everything up. Also, look, a moving picture!^^^)
I went to get Covid tests so I could head over towards the filming location yesterday. It wasn't far away actually.
I now had to wait a week until my test came back. The rapid test I had also taken gave me the all clear, you can't really trust the rapid test though.
I sat inside a Caribou Coffee. They had re-opened, and had strict rules about wearing masks and seating, and social distancing. I moved my mask up a bit so that I could take a sip of coffee, then set my coffee back on the table and continued to look through my Instagram.
I scrolled through my page, looking at comments. I knew that was not something I was supposed to do, never look at peoples comments on your page. But I wanted to, and what if there as bullying going on? I needed to stop it.
Holy frickity frick frack flick freak freaking frickity frick.
I was looking at someones post. It had popped up on my page because they mentioned me. It was a picture of me kissing Chris, from that one scene I'd rather forget. Bellow it, the person who posted it said,
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"Why are you all following this b***h? Hes f*****g Homo! Hes literally sinning against god you are all f*****g idiots! He should go to hell! This b***h is terrible he should kill himself now while he can! I hope youre reading this hamilton. because i have a special message just for you; you are a useless idiot. you are a disgrace. nobody loves you. i cant wait to see the video of you jumping off a bridge. i hope you f****g die b***h."
I blinked a couple times, and felt a tear streak down my cheek.
Who would do this?
Are they right?
I didn't know what to do, so, I looked at the replies to this comment. Which only made it worse;
"Hahaha, yeah, i hope this idiot dies. Homosexuality is not okay, I hope he falls in a pit and dies!"
And there where over 20 likes on the reply.
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I looked at another reply, my cheeks brimming with tears. But my frown turned upside down as I see this reply,
"You think he's the idiot? Pfft, idiots. Homosexuality is amazing. This man is being proud of himself, he is doing what many others like him wish they could do. He kissed a man of the same gender on TV for fluffing sake! And, you are all way to quick to assume. This man might not even like boys! It was probably just part of his role as an actor. And if he where gay, or bisexual, or anything, then that's amazing. He is being proud of who he is, y'all are scared idiots, hiding from the world, insulting random people to make their life worse. At least this man was able to embrace his inner Homosexuality, while y'all hide in your grandmothers basements playing Minecraft, dropping out of Middle School, not able to get a job. I hope all of you have a wonderful day, and stop insulting people for embracing their inner selves like y'all are to afraid to do. To all my fellow LGBTQAI+ pals: Don't let these people get to you. These people are only jealous of your rainbow colors, and find comfort in insulting those who are brave enough to be who they are. You are amazing. You are loved. You are cared for. Those who dislike you are the true ones who should be ashamed. You all matter, and don't be afraid of who you are. Go on Wattpad and ask General-Washington for an inspirational be-proud speech. Also, I'm single and Pansexual so if anyone wants to hook up ;) ;) ;)"
I chuckled a bit at the last part. What made this even better what that this post had 300 likes, and a million amazing comments. It also looked like the person who posted this was getting a date.
I smiled, now having the confidence to write a 5,000 word reply to the original comment.
After that was done, I ended up scrolling through Instagram pages about Pride, and after that my tears had disappeared and I was smiling at pictures of kittens dressed as Harry Potter. I don't know how, but that's what I ended up looking at.
"Sir," I heard someone say.
I looked up to see a worker there.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Excuse me, but we will be closing in five minutes. I suggest you prepare to go home," They said politely.
I had completely forgotten I was at a Caribou Coffee. I nodded politely at them, and picked up my now cold coffee cup, walking out of the door after putting my phone in my pocket. Outside was cold, but nothing I couldn't handle.
I made my way home, thinking about maybe getting a kitten and naming it Baguette, then dressing it up as Draco Malfoy and throwing it out the window on a broom. I smiled at the thought as I stepped into my house and walked up the stairs to my part of the duplex.
I had a text from John, so I decided to look at it;
Turtlini: I. Am. In. The. Movie.
Hamilini: I. Know.
Turtlini: I. Am. In. A. Freaking. Movie.
Hamilini: Well, technically not yet, as we haven't even started filming.
Turtlini: ALEXANDER AHMILTON, I AM GOING TO BE IN A FREAKING MOVIE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Hamilini: *Hamilton. Wow, it only just hit you?
Turtlini: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Hamilini: Stop screaming it hurts my ears.
Turtlini: Wait wuht? YOu can;t HEAR texts, idiot
Hamilini: *what. *You. *can't. *hear. And add a period.
Turtlini: -_-
Turtlini: Anyway, Skype????
Hamilini: Sure.
I opened up the Skype app and logged onto a meeting with my Jo- Johnfriend. yeah, Johnfriend. Its a thing. It's like best friend but with John. You can add a 'My' at the start without that being weird. Yeah.
I got lost in his eyes for a moment. In his millions of freckles. I blinked a couple times, wiped my eyes, re-positioned myself, then smiled at the camera to begin a conversation.
"Hello," I smiled.
John's face was a bit pink, like wherever he was it was burning hot. He had the biggest smile ever.
"?" I asked.
"I'M IN A MOVIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," He screeched.
I laughed, he always made me feel better, even when I was already happy.
"Yes, yes," I rolled my eyes, forcing a serious face on.
"ShUt Up," I heard the annoyed voice of Lafayette and saw his face on the bunk bed in the background.
"I like my parents," I said into the computer, and me and John instantly started a lyric chain.
"Who says that?" John grunted.
"If I say TWO WORDS you TWO find a way to MAKE IT INTO LYRICS!" Lafayette complained loudly.
"I love my parents," I corrected myself. "But each days another fight. If I stop smoking drugs then everything might be alright."
"Smoking drugs?" John asked, and I heard Hercules join in as well. Probably just to annoy Lafayette.
"You're lucky I love you," Lafayette said to Hercules. "Or you would be face first in a dumpster with a baguette up your butt."
"Crack," I continued.
"Crack?" John laughed.
"If I stop smoking pot then everything might be alri- HOLY CREPES!" I screamed, jumping from my bed and glaring out the window.
"WHaTTTTT?" John asked.
I was staring through the dirty glass at the alleyway behind my duplex. Although I lived in a nice little neighborhood, it is a common place for crimes. The alleys in the back where always dark, and nobody would suspect a place like this.
I personally had a drive way, but the houses behind me needed the alley way.
There where three shady figures in the dark, talking to each other. From the light coming from the half moon, I could see the glimmer of a gun in one of their hands.
"Sorry John I gotta go," I said to him.
"Why why why why?" John asked quickly.
"Stop being American," I sighed, ending the call.
(A/N If you don't get it it's because in the Revolutionary War a French general (I love him because- just ask, its kind of a long story) came to whip the American army into shape, and he said "It's so annoying with these Americans. In France, If I tell a soldier to do something, they do it. But with these Americans its always 'Why?' it makes everything harder")
I looked out my window again, and saw the shadowy figures approach a house across the alley. They went to the back door, and I saw them messing with the lock. I quickly called 911.
"This is 9-"
"There's someone breaking into my neighbors house," I interrupted, keeping an eye on the figures.
"Are you 1234 Wall Street?" The police asked.
"Yes, they are in the alley. At least one has a gun, and they are messing around with the back door of the house," I informed them. "They have an easy escape so I suggest you don't use sirens or lights and sneak up on them."
"Thank you for the suggestion. Please remain on call until we arrive," The police person instructed.
"Alright," I felt myself relax a bit.
I sat more comfortably on my bed, and kept looking out my window. Hopefully nothing would go wr- HOLY HEDGEHOGS WHAT ARE THEY DOING-