~John pov~

For the first time in 8 months, i had a date.

I was nervous, and oddly sweaty in places. There was a butt ton of deodorant on my armpits, and i was nervous as all hell.

"You got this John, it's just a date. Lets hope peggy didn't set me up with some murderer.."

I sigh, and look at myself one last time in the mirror.

"You look like trash, but let's do this shit and cry about it later." I say to my reflection, and do finger guns.

God im so cringy.

*tiMe skIp brouGht tO yoU bY gaY juiCe. ItS rainbOw anD oH sO gaY~*

I pull up into the parking lot, and turn my music off. I take a deep breath, and slide my phone into my pocket and opening the car door.  Were suppose to be meeting at coffee place, (so original ik) and i myself don't really like coffee but whatever. They have muffins and that's all that matters right now.

I enter the place, and get myself a chocolate muffin. It was huge, and i was ready to fucking demolish this thing. I sat at some random booth, and awkwardly waited for whoever this person is. I really hope there not mean, like the other person i dated..

Im takin about you Francis.

Fuck you babe~.

"Um hello are you John Laurens?." I raise my head at the mention of my name. My eyes were met with the face of a man, he had the most bluest eyes and red (slighly) curly hair. Little freakles dotting his cheeks.

"Yep that's me!." I said alittle to happily, feeling a slight blush heat my cheeks.

"Then im meeting the right guy, hello im Alexander Hamilton." He sticks his hand for me to shake, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

I shake his hand and say, "glad to meet you."

He takes a seat, and i can just feel the butterflies fluttering inside of me.

"So, tell me about yourself." He says, and puts his head in his hands, leaning toward me like im about to tell a story.

"Well um.. I like art, and my friend peggy basically set this whole thing up so i hope your not some murder."  I ramble on, nervously laughing.

He chuckles, making my poor heart melt into butterflies.

"I can confirm im not a murder." He chuckles, and i feel my face heat up.

God his laugh is so cute what the fuck-

"Sooo im Alexander Hamilton, im currently in college, and i was brought here by a French man who's name is Lafayette. (I SPELLED HIS NAME RIGHT WITH OUT AUTOCORRECT IM SO PROUD-) And im glad to meet you."

"Glad to meet you to. Where ya from?" I causally ask.

His face fell. "Oh um... Unimportant." He quickly says, and looks down at his hands.

"Its ok if you don't wanna tell me. I understand." I flash a lil smile and he does to.

"Fav color?" I ask quickly changing the subject.

"Purple."

"Ooo nice. Blue for me."

We talked and talked, for what seemd like 5 mins because when i checked my time it was 3:00.

"Well it was nice meeting you, you seem like a cool person." I say.

"Nice meeting you to, i enjoyed talking with you." He said, smiling.

"See ya later alligator." Why the fuck did i say that-

He snorted and went into a fit of laughing. I was blushing like crazy thinking he thought i was dumb for saying that. But his laugh was just so great..

"In a while crocodile." He said after calming down, giving me the finger guns.

"Meet me here Saturday?" I ask.

"Gotcha."

We exchanged phone numbers and i went off to my car. While i sat there smiling like a idiot, i was happy. He was nothing like Francis. Which is good.

All those months i spent alone, heart broken and sad, i thought all i did was break, burn, and end.

But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again.

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This took me months lol. Sorry if the ending was confusing i just got the idea from a Taylor swift song "begin again" tbh ;-;

But this is a pretty long oneshot tho so im happy