For Forever ~Lams YouTube AU~

Chapter 8

(Like, a week later)

(Alex P.O.V)

I fiddled with the sleeves of my sweater, worrying as I waited for the door to open. I'm waiting outside John's house, about to meet his friends the 'revolutionary set' as I have learnt they like to be called. Needless to say, I'm fairly nervous.

The door opened and a girl who was about my height, maybe a bit shorter (which is like, toddler sized) peeked out. She was very pretty and had a mischievous look in her eyes (Do I even need to describe her physique at this point? Y'all know who it is and what she looks like)

"Hi..." I said awkwardly.

"Hi!" She squealed. "Who are you? I'm Peggy Schuyler, this is my friends house. Oh, is that why you're here? Do you know John?"

"I'm Alexander and yes, I know John." That's an understatement.

"Cool! In you get!" Peggy opened the door wide and smiled, leading me inside.

"Thanks." I walked in, taking off my shoes, scarf and coat. (Scarf is an object, a verb and the weirdest word)

Peggy took my hand and led me down the hall to what I assume is the living room, because there were four other people there, most of which I recognized from YouTube.

"Who are you?" A tall girl wearing a pink jacket asked.

"I'm Alexander?" It came out as more of a question. Being in a room full of people you don't know is scary.

"Nice to meet you Alexandre." A guy with a thick French accent said.

I was bombarded with questions after that and it was intimidating.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" John walked in and everyone stopped talking. "This is my friend, Alexander."

'Friend' made my heart twinge but wed agreed to keep our relationship private for now.

I waved awkwardly.

"I'm Angelica." She drew our the 'a'

"Eliza." Eliza practically sang her name.

"And Peggy!" Peggy contributed, almost shouting.

"The Schuyler sisters." Everyone said in unison, and Peggy did jazz hands for added effect.

"I know you..." (You're a Delta NU?) I commented, trying to pinpoint exactly where I knew them from.

"Yeah, we had a channel all together and then she went off on her own." Angelica said, pointing an accusatory finger at Peggy.

"And I'm doing great!" Peggy retorted, halfway through climbing up onto a shelf.

I watched as conversation erupted, enthralled by the fact that despite everyone talking at the same time I could hear distinct voices and what they were saying was pretty clear, and yet all mashed together.

"Y'all, chill out." John scolded his friends who turned and stared at him, shutting up immediately. "Thank you."

The rest of the introductions went well, there was a lot less arguing and talking over each other.

At some point though, the Schuylers has to go, and so did Herc, so it was just me, John and Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de La Fayette.

(Get your google translate ready, set it to French to English)

« Alors...... vous deux? » Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette raised an eyebrow and smirked. « Ça vas bien? »

« Qu'est-ce tu sais..? » I asked. We'd previously established that we could speak French and no one would know.

« Tout. »

« Sérieusement? »

« Oui. Tout. »

« Bah alors... »

« Dit moi, tout vas bien? Vous vous avez disputés? Tu lui traite bien? Il te traite bien? »

« Oui. Non. Je crois. Oui. »

"I don't speak baguette, switch back to English." John butted in.

"I don't speak baguette either, I speak French. Baguette is a food, not a language, place or culture."

"Fine. What were you talking about?"

« Des œufs. » Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de La Fayette said, and I chuckled softly.

"What did he say?"

"Eggs." I told John with a straight face.

"Eggs?"

"Eggs."

"If you say so..." He raised an eyebrow and I cocked my head like Ducky would when he'd try to act like he wasn't completely aware why I was suspicious.

I get a lot of my body language from Ducky.

That's probably not going to be a great aid later on in life.

At some point, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette left.

« Au revoir Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. » I waved as he left.

After a moment of silence, I spoke up.

« Tu sais ce qu'on devrais faire? » I said to John, my brain still speaking French.

"What?"

"D'you know what we should do?" (Try not to imagine this in an exited tone)

"What?"

"Seriously? I said that in English!"

"What should we do?" He sighed.

"Go public."

He blinked.

"About our relationship."

He blinked again, slower this time. "Yeah, that's probably wise."

"Glad you agree." I smiled, taking his hand in mine and leaning on his shoulder.

"Wanna get coffee?"

"I have a coffeemaker at my place."

"Why is this relevant?"

"Cause Ducky's getting mad, I don't spend 24/7 at home anymore."

"I see..."

"Don't question it, let's just go."

"Ok."

I got up and held my hand out to John for him to take, which he promptly did, pulling himself up. I went to grab our shoes and coats and he fished his keys out of a drawer. We walked from his place to mine, taking in the sights of the city.

I opened the door and was greeted with a very grumpy ginger tabby cat.

"Hey Duck, sorry I've been out." I stroked his spine and he purred reluctantly. "See, you love me."

Ducky huffed and walked off down the hall.

"Why's his name Ducky?" John asked me.

"Felt like it." I shrugged, setting our stuff aside.

"Reasonable."

"I was told to name the cat, so I named the cat."

"Seems about right."

"Love you John." I said, and it caught him off-guard.

"L-love you Alex."

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a / n: unless you speak French, I assume you google translated all that.