(Alex P.O.V)

This morning I'd swiftly taken my pills after waking up, before going back to my computer and reading what the hell I'd written the night before.

Hye there ded ppl haow r u today?

This was getting off to a great start.

So I meeted thsi guy and he's really cute. LIKe, vry cyut.

Was I drunk or something? I reread the sentence to decipher it... I hadn't drunken anything I don't think...

His nom est John et je ne sais pas if he like moi but I like lui beaucoup.

That was French. What the hell?

Bon, il est vraimant mignion, mais je ne veus pas lui demander parce-que jui lui est juste renconté et merde. His name is John and I wanna dtae him.

Oh god. I deleted the document, because it went on like that for another few paragraphs, and stood up, leaving my laptop to charge. I wanted to go outside, maybe bring my notebook and write something? There was a bit of mist hanging like a thin veil above the soil, so I ripped a page out of my book and scribbled onto it that I was going for a walk and I'd find my way back somehow. I then opened the door silently, thankful that Peggy left her keys in her coat pocket, and stepped outside. It was cool, but not cold, and the mist was already lifting. I walked down the gravel driveway and stepped onto the pavement and decided to go right. Towards the beach, there were a few cars and motorcycles, but I ignored them and listened to my feet hit he cement in soft thuds.

(If anyone lives in South Carolina, just assume you haven't been to this place before) The houses were nice, some were like Peggy's others were fancier, some were smaller, and most of them had pretty colored walls. It was very different to New York... or even Nevis. Manhattan was full of tall buildings and cars and taxis and Nevis, or at least my parts of Nevis, had been pretty crappy. I walked to the beach and found a few people sitting there, but they didn't bother me, so I wouldn't go anywhere. I pulled out my notebook and looked at the sea as the waves moved over the stones, then slid back into the water. The mist lifted pretty fast, and I tapped my pen against the paper and mused about what to write

I thought back to the night before, when Peggy has brought up soulmates. I sighed. God, mental breakdowns caused by everyday things. Love that.

You, Alexander are an overreacting bastard

I sighed and started scribbling on the page. I looked down at the notes and noticed it was something about Lin-Manuel. Ok, I'm fine with that, he was cool.

I wrote for about another thirty minutes, then got up and stuffed my pen in my pocket. I headed back to Peggy's house then checked my watch, 6:30 on a holiday, they weren't awake. I thought about sitting in Peggy's garden but exploring sounds much funner. The most had cleared completely by now, revealing a clear blue sky. There were gray clouds on the horizon that signaled rain, but I think I should be back by then.

After walking around a bit, I found a park that had a nice pond and sat down on the bench in front of it, pulling out my pen and opening my notebook. I looked around me and saw a girl reading a book on the other side of the bench. Hm, good for her.

Writing is fun, and I tried to let myself go, but I did keep the pen in check and scan the text every few minutes to see if it was sane or not. It stayed reasonable, which is good. Only then did it dawn on me what I'd written. Under all the nonsense, I was pretty much—

You just met this guy Alex!

Shut the fuck up little voice, I was about to think that. I put my face in my hands and sighed.

"Jesus Christ. You are a mess Alexander Hamilton." I let out a slow breath, I talk to myself, get over it.

The little girl looked up and I grinned apologetically before turning back to the notebook. I felt her wide eyes never leave me.

"Excuse me, sir?" She chirped softly.

Ooo, I like the word 'sir' don't know why, I've just always used it. Sounds better than 'mister'.

"Yes?" I turned to look at her, putting a kind expression on.

She smiled. See, I was good at pretending.

"Are you Alexander Hamilton?" Aww fuck.

"That's me. Pleasure to meet you." I smiled, I just want to get up and leave, this conversation never ends well.

"Shouldn't you be in New York?"

I laughed at that. Little kids say some weird shit but that was just funny.

"No, I'm here to visit a friend."

"Is it Christmas for you too?"

What do I say? No I've never celebrated Christmas because I lived on a shit poor island that got stuck in a hurricane and was shipped off to America about a year ago? Don't say that, Alex. Do not say that.

"Yes, yes it is."

"What do you want Santa to bring you?"

Hm? Santa eh? The fat red man? Honestly, a boyfriend. Or girlfriend, I'm not picky.

"Inspiration." I sighed, looking down at my notes.

"Can I see?"

I quickly scanned through to make sure it was cohesive and nodded, handing the notebook to her.

"Ooo this is good!" She squealed, reading it.

I doubt it was, just some scribbles, but whatever floats her boat.

"Thanks." We mutually decided it was time for her to hand back the notebook, which she did, then she informed me to stay and scrambled off.

Should I leave? No that's mean, stay and see what she wants to tell you, then leave once the conversation is over. Why the hell is a little girl out by herself at 6:30 over Christmas break? I hope she isn't alone that would not be safe. I sat for a bit, tapping my pen on whatever surface was the most accessible, which was the bench, until the little girl came back.

"Phillip look!" She squealed.

I looked up. A young boy was looking at me, he was clearly older than the girl, and had wide green eyes and curly brown hair. The boy had freckles and he looked at me silently from where he stood.

"Phillip this is Alexander Hamilton!" The small girl told him proudly. It was kinda cute.

"Hi." I waved.

"Hello, I'm Phillip and this is my sister Martha." He waved back, as if he'd been restarted or unfrozen.

"Nice to meet you Phillip, Martha." I nodded to them in turn.

"How do I know you're not lying?" He looked at me skeptically and I laughed, pushing the notebook towards him.

He read the open page quickly then narrowed his eyes flicking to the next tentatively. I tensed, ready to grab it if he came across one of the therapist-advised 'write down your feelings' page.  But he didn't, after reading a bit more he handed me my book back.

"Forgery, copying and a bit of studying can get you that."

"Honestly kid, believe it or not, I'm Alexander Hamilton, law student at King's." I never said author. It was always 'law student' 'college kid' shit like that.

"Martha, did we tell—" Phillip turned to who I assume was his sister, before being cut off.

"Where the hell were you two?!" A new voice rang out.

"Clearly not." Martha answered her brothers unfinished question.

A new person ran over the hill. They looked like me! Ooo this was getting interesting. He seriously did look like me, just his hair was gory and he had no glasses.

"Who's this? What are you doing here?" The man pointed frantically at me, still talking to the two children.

"This is Alexander Hamilton!" Martha peeped.

The man turned to me. I waved.

"Hello, she's right, I'm Hamilton." I didn't know what to say. "I'll leave now if you want me to."

"Aww don't go." Martha whined. "Usnavi tell him to stay here!"

I stood awkwardly, unsure what to do. Then I checked my watch.

"Fuc—" I looked at the two kids, remembering they were in fact, kids, then put urgency in my voice. "I actually need to go now, my friends will be waiting."

"Will you come back?" Martha asked sadly.

"I don't see why not." I smiled. Little kids got on my nerves but these two seemed fine. I snatched my notebook and pen, looking around. "It appears I'm lost."

Martha laughed. "You have to stay here forever now!"

"Or we could give him directions." Phillip countered. "Where are you trying to go?"

"I just need a way out of this park, then I think I'm good." I responded, that was a lie, but it was believable.

"Ok, well turn left, then go around the playground." The 'Usnavi' man explained. "There's a path there. Take that for a bit until you see an even bigger path, then you're out."

"Thanks." I nodded and walked away, waving to Martha.

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a / n: bad ending, ik, but look at all my new children! We even have Usnavi! Yeah it was getting too long for me to continue, so I decided to cut it off.