Y/n's P.O.V.
I'm such a terrible person...

I'm playing two guys at the same time, what is wrong with me?

Why am I like this?

Why am I so selfish?

Why is this happening to... Me?

One second I'm with my sister and her friends and I get rejected by my crush...

And the second thing you know, I'm kissing my idols on the same night...

Why me?

I'm so average, why am I here?

A heartbroken sob escapes my lips, hot tears streaming down my face. My knees seemed to get weak under the gaze of Alexander and I drop to my knees, covering my face and crying into my hands.

"Y-Y/n!" Alexander crouches down beside me, comfortingly placing his hand on my shoulder, "Are you okay!? I'm so sorry, are you hurt!? Is it something I did, or said, oh no, it's the kiss, isn't it? I'm so sorry, I was just caught up in the moment and-"

"No, it's not your fault..." I looked up into his eyes, melting like chocolate with a warm smile playing his lips. I felt something inside me break. I need someone to talk to... Now... "Alexander... Do you believe in time travel?"

Alexander's eyes grow wide and his lips form a straight line. He plops down in front of me, holding my hands, his thumb caressing the back of my right hand. He shrugs, avoiding my eyes, "I'm not sure... It doesn't seem like something that would be real, ya know?"

"Yes... But what if I told you that I'm from the future... Would you believe me?" His head perks up slightly.

"I don't know..." I gently place my finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet my eyes.

"If I told you something, would you believe me? Even if it sounded insane. Even if it sounded crazy or..." My voice trails off, waiting to see if he understood what I was trying to say.

"If someone suddenly told you they're from the future, would you truly believe them?"

"I don't know? Probably not though... Just forget it."

"It's getting breezy, why not return to the others and go back inside?"

"Sure... Sorry about my sudden... Breakdown... And let's forget that ever happened, yeah?"

"Mhm."

Y/n's P.O.V.
After bidding everyone goodbye, I had to go home. Now, I lie in bed sleepless, tossing and turning, my thoughts consumed by what happened tonight. And feeling guilty is definitely not making it any better! I'm such a player, what happened to me? I used to be an angel... Well, half angel... Well maybe less... You get what I trying to say, reader, right? Well, technically I am the reader...

Because I'm you?

So...

I'm talking to myself?

Wait...

So every time the author tries to have one of the characters break down the fourth wall... She can't because I'm already in the book, I AM THE FOURTH WALL! FEAR ME, HUMANS! Wait... I'm a human?

Where are these thoughts coming from?

Pushing all the drunken thoughts to the back of my mind, I hug my pillow tightly close to my chest, my feet kicking the blanket off my sweaty body. I feel a cold breeze sneak into my room, carrying all my worries away with it. Tomorrow my father and the boys will be returning to war... Should I ask to go with them? Washington will surely say no...

I have a plan: If I am killed, I can't continue the L/n family, so whoever sent us here would have to send us back... Right? Hopefully.

I close my eyes tightly, allowing tears to slowly spill out. I'm praying to God my sister isn't worried about me... I hope my father is doing alright... After my mother's death, he became emotionally unstable. No, he didn't abuse my sister and me... But he was so different. And we helped him. I was by my sister's side the entire time...

I miss them so much...

The thought of seeing their bright smiles on a warm morning, knowing we could push through yet another day... It's what kept me going. She'd always lay next to me until I fell asleep because I get horrific nightmares. And all the time, she was there by my side.

But now... I'm all alone...

Maybe singing will help me?

I begin softly humming the tune of Hurricane from Hamilton. The most important thing right now is getting home somehow.

And I'll stab myself if I have to!

Wait, Alexander was suicidal after everything he went through, right?

How did he keep himself occupied...?

Wait for it...

No, that's not it...

Wait...

I'll write my way out!

I sit up and wipe my tears with the sleeve of my nightgown, determination in my eyes. I sit at my desk and grab a quill, gently dipping it in ink and picking it up. I ponder on how I should start my sentence as my quill come in contact with the paper.

I've never written with a quill before, I hope this looks presentable.

After many hours, I gently place the quill back in my ink bottle. I stare out at the bright sunset, reminding of that same night I got to this place.

I read over my letter quickly:

General George Washington,

          I am a young man, hidden in the shadows, unable to show my true potential. I am writing you this letter in the hope you will consider allowing me to join the revolutionary war. The British have murdered my family and I want vengeance. I will not sit by and watch as they hurt more people. Because I know what it feels like to be in their place, I want to be able to protect them. My information will be sent to you if I receive a letter back.

Sincerely, Louis Scott

I hope this letter will be enough... To get me home.