-monday, june 19th.-

peggy schuyler looked into the high school parking lot, shaking the shoulder of john laurens

“him! that’s him!” she exclaimed, pointing at the sea of cars

“bitch, where?” john squinted, spotting nothing

“there!” “..where?” john looked confused

“you’re fucking blind.” peggy scoffed as john looked around, looking for a modern day jason dean.

peggy sighed in defeat.

-wednesday, june 21st-

john finally spotted alexander hamilton, leaning against a wall, and he did look like a close relative of jason dean.

ginger, wearing a black trench coat, baggy black jeans, smoking a cigarette, and leaning against his own black motorcycle, one foot propped up against it as he looked out at the road in front of him with a look that said “bother me and you won’t live to tell the tale.”

he clearly was an irritable guy, who didn’t tolerate shit. he was fiddling with a switchblade in his pocket as he took a long drag from his cig.

(inspo from motorcycles. (lams) on wattpad by savagesunnyglasses! GO READ IT PLZZZ)