(3rd person P.O.V)

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John Laurens-Hamilton and Alexander Laurens-Hamilton sat on the couch together, doing whatever activity occupied their thoughts at the moment.

Alexander was writing, bags under his eyes and a cup of coffee on his lap.

John, on the other hand, was practicing a much more healthy occupation, he was reading his husband's writing.

Then Frances Laurens-Hamilton walked in, Theodosia Bartow-Schuyler Jr. at her heels. The two girls giggled as they waddled into the living room.

Alexander barely flinched as the two toddlers flopped onto the couch.

"Pops! Daddy! We're hungry!" Frances whined to her fathers.

"I have... coffee, want some?" Alexander looked up from his laptop, offering the girls a mug of coffee.

"Ew! No!" Theodosia Jr., more commonly known as Thea, stuck her tongue out.

John laughed and marked his page before getting up to get the toddlers food.

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Angelica Bartow-Schuyler and her wife, Theodosia Bartow-Schuyler, were watching a movie, thankful their friends were taking care of their daughter for the day.

They'd gotten a proper house with the money both women had saved up, and it was very nice.

They'd kept Ducky, because Frances was allergic to cats, so they couldn't give him to Alexander's family.

Theodosia laughed at the movie and leaned on her wife, sighing contentedly.

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Margarita Schuyler (or as she preferred; Peggy Schuyler) and Maria Lewis we're walking their dog with Martha de la Vega, a little girl who'd befriended them.

They stopped by Usnavi de la Vega's store to get coffee. Martha ran up to hug her cousin and once they'd gotten their beverages the three went to the park, smiling as the sun warmed their features.

Fern hopped about for a while before becoming tired with the game and laying down at Maria's feet. Peggy took her girlfriend's hands in her own and leaned her head against Maria's shoulder, watching Martha swing on the playground.

Phillip de la Vega showed up after a while to look after his sister and waved politely at the couple, who waved back.

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James Hamilton Jr. sat alone in his apartment, listening to the rain pound against the walls. He checked his computer again and he was in the middle of the storm, so he'd have to wait for a while before it stopped raining.

The most memorable time James has been in the center of a storm was back on Nevis, where he'd had an encounter with death during a hurricane. Since then the man had been in plenty of storms, none as bad as the one that destroyed his home.

James wanted to do something with his life, but he was unsure what. He had a master's degree in meteorology, but wasn't certain what he wanted to do with his knowledge.

James wanted to focus on getting a partner, all his friends had significant others, even his younger brother had a husband, but couldn't be bothered to go anywhere that wasn't mandatory or a key point to his survival. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, rain pattering against his shutters.

Despite being alone, James was contented, happy. This is how he wanted things, and they'd better stay this way.

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Elizabeth Schuyler sat in a café with Elizabeth Friedman and Elizabeth Briar-Jackson. The Elizabeths talked and laughed, sharing those trivial things that only friends can find funny.

Elizabeth Schuyler, Eliza, held Elizabeth Friedman, Liz's, hand under the table, feeling comforted by her girlfriend's hand in hers. Elizabeth Briar-Jackson, Libby, had no partner, and didn't intend on getting any, being a proud aromantic who also didn't like talking to people except the other two Elizabeths.

They discussed bland topics, somehow finding them funny, and told the sort of joke you wouldn't get unless you knew the story behind it.

Eliza shared news from New York, where her sister and sister-in-law lived, along with two of her goods friends.

Liz told stories from her classes, and they all could agree on how much that teacher needed a replacement or how much they liked that one's fashion sense.

Libby said random trivia and dropped references to the Heathers wherever she could, which cracked them all up.

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Hercules Mulligan sat with Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette as they dramatically acted out Romeo and Juliet for no apparent reason.

They were having fun, spinning around and reading out the words as extravagantly as they could. Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette was French, so his accent made everything seem dramatic.

Hercules Mulligan had ended up with the role of Juliet and all the Capulets. His boyfriend was Romeo and all the Montegues.

It was complicated but hilarious.

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette spent an entire scene talking to himself, which caused Hercules to laugh and take some of the roles momentarily.

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The Hamilsquad had fun, each in their own way, unaware that there was an author who's fingers lingered hesitantly over the screen of her phone, weighing the options in her hands to see whether or not she should cause them misery or not.

The author hunched over her phone, face pale from the dim light in front of her eyes. She considered the ways she could go from where she left her characters. Then she remembered one of her friends had written about her sleeplessness and sent it to her passive aggressively, so she could just copy and paste that here and make it relevant, which she did.

Here it is:

~The night had crept in through her closed curtains, the stars gasped it's never happened. Never has it happened that the night came to greet anything other then the winter cold or the summer breeze. All eyes strained to see the young girl leaning over a bright screen slaving away to creat a world of her own. She glances suddenly as the night brushed up against her. She smiled in the darkness instantly turning the night as tame as house cat.

"Finally my demons have arrived" She whispers.

Turning back to the device before her she let the void guild her hand across the glassy surface. As the night roles on the rest of the world keeps turning but in the shadowy room time had stopped a lonely figure who wasn't really alone worked even as the price of it took a toll on her body as her skin paled and her eyes became bruised and purple.

She smiled through it. Through the pain. Through the night.~

Honestly, I'll give credit where credit's due, and this is a really good text my friend wrote. I was working on a comic with her, and I'd stay up way too late drawing. Now I do that with writing. Same difference.

Anyways, I'll write a sequel and publish it once I have a decent the amount of chapters I like.

Sincerely,   me.