Bella's POV:

I wasn't crying. I tested my tear ducts to make sure there wasn't something wrong with my eyes. Nothing wrong. I thought. I'm just not affected anymore. The ending of Hamilton doesn't affect me anymore. I have watched it so many times, I look at the details at this point.

I looked over to my roommate. She was just as calm as I was. She stopped crying from the ending after the 10th time she watched the movie.

"Bells. Can we go to sleep now? You've kept me up all night with Hamilton again. That's the third time this week!" Harley, my roommate said. "Don't forget that tomorrow is the beginning of the first vacation we've had together since we started the company."

 I sniffed and started to get up. "Yeah you're right, I'll be getting up soon anyway so might as well try to get some damn sleep for once in my life." Fucking insomnia, I thought. We head down the hall towards our rooms together. Before entering our rooms, we turned to each other.

 "Goodnight." We said simultaneously while hugging. Then we went into our rooms. As I sat on my bed I thought about reading some Adopted by Lin stories on Wattpad but I changed my mind. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was out like a light. 

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A few minutes after midnight...

THUMP! I shot up in my bed. Did I just hear something? That's when I heard glass breaking. Knowing Harley, she will probably sleep through all of this noise. I grabbed my gun from my locked nightstand and slowly made my way towards the door. 

I didn't bother putting on my slippers because they would scratch against the tile and make too much noise. I opened the door and peaked down the hall into the living room. My vision was obscured since it was nighttime and I didn't have a full view of the room. 

As I made my way down the hall I made sure to check if my gun was still off safety (I kept it that way to make sure I wouldn't have to make any noise).  Please don't be a thief. I don't feel like going to court because I wanted a peaceful vacation. 3 ... 2 ... 1... "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" I asked as I turned on the lights. 

Then I blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. I couldn't believe my eyes. Am I dreaming? Or is this really the cast of Hamilton in front of me? 

They took notice of my gun and quickly put their hands up. "MON DIEU! Please do not shoot us, mademoiselle." I looked at who said that. He had extra floofy hair and a french accent. He looked like Daveed Diggs... but he wasn't. It wasn't obvious but there was something different about him. That's when I realized. 

"Let me guess. Your names are Alexander Hamilton, Philip Hamilton, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Aaron Burr, Samuel Seabury, George Washington, and King George III. Did I get that right?" I asked as they all looked at me astonished. 

"How do you know our names?" Alexander asked. 

"Where are we?" Seabury asked. 

"Who are you?" Thomas demanded. 

That's when I realized why my favorite Hamilton in the Future characters all accepted them. They already knew what was going on. 

"Well, to answer your questions, you are in Fort Lauderdale, Florida on Friday, July 2, 2027." I paused to observe their looks of astonishment.

I continued. 
"You are all important historical figures so I learned about you since I was a child. As for my name, it is Bella Hart. Now if you would excuse me, I have a roommate that I will need to wake now or we all will face the repercussions. Please stay here and wait for a moment." I said, carefully choosing my words so that they would understand me. 

"And why should we listen to you? You are a woman. It's not like this is your house. You're black, too. You are probably working for you master. Call him here,peasant." King George said, speaking up for the first time ever. 

I watched out of the corner of my eye that Alexander was silently trying to calm down John. I could sense the tension in the air. I can see that these guys have a lot to learn. Welp. Time for a little future lesson.

"You should listen to me because you are in my house and my house is my kingdom. This is the future, as previously stated, where women and men alike of all skin color are free to do whatever they wish with whomever the wish." I told him. "Now, I need to go get my friend. Wait here."

I ran into Harley's room and poked her with the wake-up stick. That's when she started to kick and punch the air. This stick was such a good idea. She then fell out of bed and immediately checked the time.

"Hart, why are you waking me up at two-thirty in the morning. Remember, we don't use the wake-up stick unless I'm late for work. And I know it's not my birthday or Christmas or some other holiday that involves getting up early so I need to hear a proper explanation in the next 3 minutes."

"Well, you see-"
"2  minutes and 58 seconds~" she said and I could tell she was looking at her watch and was really timing me.

I sighed, giving up on trying to explain the situation there. "Just come with me, Smith," I said. "You'll see why."
Thats when I heard arguing arising from the living room. She turned to me, wide eyed.

"Don't tell me I forgot one of our families coming." she trembled.
"Just come with me." I said, an evil glint in my eye.

She followed me down the hallway and into the living room. She looked up and her eyes went even wider in shock.
"Is it just me or is the Hamilsquad in our living room?" she asked. "The answer is the latter." I replied, watching her in enjoyment, already knowing what she would say next while at the same time watching looks of confusion go on their faces. 

"Okay. Next question:

Where in hell did you come from?"