Y/N's POV

   I was sleeping over at Thomas' house. Dad was okay with it, so I jumped at the opportunity.

   I woke up from the comfy guest room bed to the a knock on the door and the shuffle of feet.

   I tiredly glanced at the grandfather clock in the guest bedroom.

   2:34 AM.

   I groaned. Who would be at the door at that hour?

   I heard Thomas and someone I didn't know talking in hushed voices. Even though the men were being quiet, I heard that the stranger had a very thick French accent.

   To find out who this stranger was, I wearily scuffled over to where they were talking.

   Thomas' POV (Fin-fricking-ly)

   Knock, knock.

   My eyes fluttered open. By the darkness of my room, I could tell it was very early.

   Picking myself out of bed, I sighed and walked over to the door, hoping that whoever that was didn't wake Y/N up.

   I opened the door, rubbing my eyes.

   To my surprise, the light that the hallway light gave off revealed my friend Lafayette standing there, smiling. (Guns and ships came on wow.) 

   I felt my eyes widen. "Lafayette? Is that you?" I said quietly.

   With another smile, he responded. "Indeed, mon ami!" he returned the quietness.

   "Laf! I missed you!" I said, a tad bit louder, but still quiet, bro-hugging him.

   Laf smiled, hugging back. "I missed you too, Thomas."

   When we pulled apart, a burning question rose within me. "What brings you to America?"

   Lafayette shrugged. "I finished the declaration and brought considerable amounts of peace to France...so I was thinking we could...how you say...hang out?"

   "At this hour?" I questioned, rubbing my tired eyes.

   Laf scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Ehe...about that, mon ami. I left for America this past morning, and it took a lot longer to get here than I had hoped..."

   I smiled. "Well, you can stay here for the night and we can all hang out later today."

   Laf smirked, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'all?' Is there a third ami I should know about?"

   I flinched, feeling heat rising to my cheeks. "Um...m-maybe?"

   "Thomas?" I heard a familiar voice croak.

   I turned around to see Y/N standing in front of me. "Speak of the Devil..," Lafayette whispered.

   She had a hand on her hip. "What's going on?" she asked.

   Y/N's POV

The guy that Thomas was talking to looked oddly similar to him. He had the same skin tone, the same beard, and the same color hair. Except his hair was pulled into a neat little bun. He wore this blue coat instead of magenta as well.

Thomas turned to look at me.

"Speak of the Devil," I heard the stranger mutter through that thick French accent of his.

"What's going on?" I demanded.

Thomas was blushing for some reason, and the stranger was snickering at him. "Well..," Thomas began, but got cut off.

"I'm sorry, mademoiselle. Je'mappelle Lafayette. I lived in France, but I'm moving to America, and I don't have a place to stay. Thomas was kind enough to let me stay here. We're friends, you see."

I smiled at Lafayette. Luckily I knew a tiny bit of French, so I knew what he was saying. "Je'mapelle Y/N," I said in French to make it easier for him.

He smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"All right, guys," Thomas hurried our conversation along. "I'm tired, so let's just give him a room already."

***

I woke up, remembering that Lafayette would be staying with Thomas. Me and Thomas had already planned to hang out that day, so Laf would be joining us.

I didn't mind. He seemed like a nice person.

I arose, got dressed, brushed my hair, and headed downstairs. Thomas and Lafayette were already downstairs, sipping coffee.

Thomas smirked. "Good morning, sunshine." He gestured to a nearby grandfather clock with his thumb. "It's 12:00."

"Oh, no..," I said to myself. "I'm really sorry, guys. I'll finish getting ready right now."

Laf waved me off. "It's okay. I was starting to worry, though."

I knew that Lafayette only meant the best. That he wanted me as a friend, and not a partner. But, unfortunately, Thomas didn't see it the same way.

"Lafayette, you have nothing to worry about," he said sharply. "That's my job. She is my girlfriend, after all."

Lafayette seemed oblivious as to what Thomas was trying to say without actually saying it. Laf glanced between the two of us. After a bit, he said sincerely, "Congratulations! You guys make an amazing couple!"

Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "That's not what I meant..."

"How about I just get ready?" I interrupted.

   The two men nodded.

   I finished getting ready, and we sat down with a board game. "Trouble," to be precise. (I know that "Trouble" wasn't around then, but let's make believe that it was.)

   "Ooh! You picked my favorite, Thomas!" I squealed, clapping my hands.

   Thomas looked at Lafayette and smirked. Laf just rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

   I started to catch on to what was happening. "Thomas?" I asked.

   He looked at me with those striking brown eyes. "Hm?"

   "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

   He nodded, standing up and following me into the kitchen.

   Once we got there, I said, "You do realize that Laf isn't trying to take me from you right?"

   Thomas shook his head, crossing his arms and growling lowly. "You're so oblivious. He's all over you!"

   I shook my head too. "He's worried about me in a brotherly way, Thomas. Don't worry, I won't let anything like that happen." That's when I realized that he called me oblivious. "Wait...hey!"

   Thomas chuckled.

   "There's the smile," I grinned.

   He put an arm around me, guiding me back to the living room. "Okay...I trust you."

   Lafayette was waiting for us when we came back. "Is everything all right, amis?"

   Thomas and I nodded. "Yep," we said simultaneously.

   Then we played "Trouble." I won, obviously. The two guys sucked.

   "Yes!" I cheered.

   Grunts of defeat came from the two men. "Whatever..," Thomas said under his breath, while Laf shook his head and mumbled inaudible words to himself.

   Maybe having Laf near me all the time would be fun.