Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)

-Chapter 27: False advice-

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Charles asked me as he walked up to me, apple juice in hand. "Waiting until the rain stops so I can kick the stranger out," I mindlessly answered, staring at him. "The rain is not going to stop any time soon," Charles said, glancing at the literal buckets of water falling from the sky.

"Why do you want him to leave anyway?" Charles asked as he sat down next to me. "I don't trust him," I sneered and took the apple juice box from him. "Hey," Charles barked as I took a sip. "...I know him from somewhere," I admitted as I gave him the apple juice back. "From where?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow. "Just...From somewhere,"

"A-Am I...dead?" I asked to no one in particular, but someone answered for me. A heavy light shined in my face.
"Yes, you are." The voice said. I couldn't make out if it was a woman or a man. "But we're sending you back." They said.
"Erm...Yay?" I said as I looked at the light.
"Just walk till the end of this tunnel." The voice said.

"But I can't recall," I added. Charles hummed. "It's probably from your previous life or some-" Charles stopped and frowned. I looked at him. "That's impossible," I argued back. He covered his mouth and narrowed his eyes even further. "We're here," He mumbled. "Whose to say that he's not from this time?" He asked.

"No, he couldn't be a person I knew," I argued back.

"They were taken." Someone said as I turned around to meet a bright light. I squeezed my eyes together and looked at it. "Light...B*tch?" I asked as I heard a groan. "My God are you serious?!" Light b*tch asked as I looked around and nodded.

"Unless," I said as I cocked my eyebrow. Charles had lost me. "Unless what?" He asked. "Unless I play their game," I said and rushed to the bathroom. I knocked lightly on the white door. The door opened and there stood Robin with all his glory. I smiled.

"Hey, I'm sorry for acting so improper. I had something on my mind," I apologized. He cocked his eyebrow. "Thou are forgiven, my child," He said in the most stuck-up voice he could muster. I let a chuckle escape from my lips. "I would offer you coffee but I don't have any and it's raining," I began as I looked out of the bathroom window. Robin turned his head around. "No, it's not," He argued back.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw a bright light shine right in my eye. I covered my eyes with my right hand and peaked through the gap of my pointer and middle finger. The rain had stopped and the sun shone brightly. I insisted to stay calm and go along with it.

"Huh, I guess it's not," I mumbled. Robin tossed his arm over my shoulders. I tensed up as a piece of hair fell over my face. "So, coffee," He smiled, showing off his perfect teeth. I sighed. "I know a good coffee shop nearby," I shrugged. "Great, lead the way," He said as he let go of me. I took a few steps away from him before turning around and walked towards the door.

We walked past Thomas and he looked away and then looked back with an expression that I could decode: 'Wait, that's my wife with another man'

"Y/N, where are you going?" He asked as Robin opened the door, waiting for me to enter. "I'll be back, Thomas. I swear," I reassured him and walked out of the door.

We walked through the rain puddles to the coffee shop nearby. I knew that I was playing with fire or at least looking at the fire. I glanced at Robin. His head was held high like he knew he was better than everyone. Sure, it could just be a cocky attitude. I looked back in front of me and put my hands in my pockets.

"Omg, it's Y/N Jefferson from Hamilton," I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw a girl clutching her friend's arm. The friend looked mildly annoyed but happy for her friend. "She saw you, you should say hi," the friend suggested. Robin seemed intrigued by this interaction. The blonde girl slowly stumbled over to us in the busy streets of New York. Her friend trailed behind her. "Hi," she squeaked. "Yo, what's up?" I asked with a soft smile. "Can I take a picture?" She asked with the widest smile ever as she held her phone clutched in her hands. "Sure, I'd love to," I answered as I took the phone from her and handed it to the friend. The friend sighed as she muttered: 'I can't with this Hamilton business,'