This is kind of a filler.

Lafayette walked through the halls of Promise's dorm, feeling self-conscious. Everyone was staring at them for some reason. Tuning it out, they shook their head and knocked on Promise's door. She opened it.

"Laffy!" she said, grinning. She noticed everyone staring and kissed Lafayette hard. Lafayette looked at her curiously. "You're mine," she pouted. "I don't like them staring." Lafayette smiled, walking into her dorm. "I still love you, mon amour," they said, seating themselves catlike on the couch's armrest. Promise hmphed. "Yeah... but... I just get jealous 'cuz you're so pretty and everyone likes you," she said, sitting on the couch next to them. They smiled, shifting her over and putting her on their lap. Suddenly, Promise jumped up, turning around and surveying Laf's attire. Seemingly reaching a conclusion, she reached out and pinched Laf's arm. They jumped. "Ow, minou! What was that for?" She grinned. "You're not wearing green." Lafayette was confused. "So?" "It's Saint Patrick's Day!" she said and threw her arms out in celebration, as if that explained everything. "Yes... and?" She paused for a second. "Oh... yeah, it's an American thing where if you aren't wearing green on St. Patrick's Day you get pinched." 

Lafayette frowned. "That does not make sense! One could- oh!" they said. Promise cocked her head. "I am wearing green underwear," they protested, clearly lying. "Oh?" Promise said. She slinked forward, straddling them on the couch. "Wanna show me?" Lafayette blushed, pushing her off their lap. "Minou, you are in high school, I-" Promise rolled her eyes. "Your point is?" "Alexander would kill me, you are very innocent, I-" Promise cut them off, laughing. "Oh boy, I'm far from innocent," she wheezed, bent over. Emmaline emerged from her room. "That she is," she confirmed. "Also, if you guys are gonna do something, please go to Laf's dorm," she continued, making her way to the kitchen. Promise and Lafayette blushed. 

John slipped on his gay pride sweater and walked out of his room to find Alex and Hercules sitting at the table, Alex grinning smugly for some reason. John sat by him. "Hey Lexi, what's with the grin?" he asked, sliding closer to him. Alex startled, mind far away. "Nothing." If thinking about how your boyfriend never wears green and thus will get pinched by you and have to admit that they didn't think of St. Patrick's Day is nothing, he thought to himself. Hercules had his green coat, which he usually wore, and Alex had his emerald-green jacket that he adored. So they were safe. Alex scanned John, not noticing when John blushed hard underneath his searching eyes. Finding the green of the pride flag on John's sweater, he nodded and returned to his breakfast.

Hercules emerged from his room. "Happy Saint Patrick's Day, guys," he said, looking excited. "What's gotten into you?" Alex grumbled, tired like always. Hercules frowned. "I'm Irish," he reminded Alex. "You know, Saint Patrick and Christianity and Irish heritage and stuff?" Alex stared at him for a second. "Oh," he said. "I didn't know that's what the holiday was about." Hercules snorted, going to make some coffee. "Most American's don't," he said. John nodded. "Fair enough."

Thomas strode through the halls, cocky and handsome as ever. And, of course, wearing green. It was a childish game, but he preferred to be on the safe side, so he'd dug out an emerald jacket that he'd been given a while ago. He turned the corner and saw Alexander coming around the bend with his friends, wearing-

The exact. Same. Jacket.

The hall froze, and everyone seemed to hold their breath. Thomas and Alexander's rivalry was infamous, and everyone was waiting to see what they'd do next. 

Thomas broke the silence. "Bastard, you copied me!" Alexander glared at him. "You copied me, asshole!" Thomas grinned, and his eyes ad expression seemed to shout, "you love my ass". Alexander fought back a blush, knowing exactly what Thomas was doing. "You take it off." "No, you take it off!" "Copycat." "Asshole." "Bastard." 

Then they both walked off.

Everyone stared at them, including John and James, who were in the hall. 

James ran after Thomas. "Thomas, are you ok? I'm glad you're learning not to start fights with Hamilton, but..." "I'm fine, Jemmy," he said. He'd decided to settle the argument later, in a more private place. He grinned evilly, contemplating what he could do to his Lex. Safe words in play, of course, but...

James snapped his fingers in front of Thomas's face. "Thomas? You look crazy when you grin like that for no reason." "Sorry, Jemmy," Thomas responded. "Look, I gotta go to class, so see you." And Thomas walked away, James watching him suspiciously.

John ran after Alex. "What the fuck, man? You could've destroyed Jefferson!" Alex cringed, the last name a reminder of their fights. "Yeah, I just... wasn't feeling it," he said lamely. John frowned, suspicious, but let the subject matter drop.

"Where's Laf and Herc?" Alex asked John, walking to get lunch with him. "Herc texted me, he's at a parade, apparently that's a tradition," John said. "I have no idea where Lafayette is, though." His phone pinged. "Oh, they're on a date," John said. "With who?" Alex said. John shrugged. "Didn't say." "Weird." They continued walking. John watched Alex, who seemed to be looking for someone else. He felt someone glaring at him and turned to see Jefferson making an "I'll cut your throat" motion. John frowned. "What'd I ever do to you?" (Oh! What'd i do, girl? 'Cheated on me almost every day...' I just love SNL, ok?) Alex looked at where John was yelling and caught sight of Thomas, still giving him the death glare. "Cut it out, Thomas!" he yelled. Thomas rolled his eyes and turned back to James, who he'd been talking to.

John was impressed. "Damn, you two are finally- oh wait, y'all haven't fought in a really long time," John said. Alex snorted. "Oh, you should see us in debate," he said. John nodded. "Yeah, I should," he said, almost to himself. He could be there afterwards to congratulate Alex, and Alex would like him more, and...

"Johnny boy?" Alex said, snapping his fingers in front of John's face. John started. "Oh!" Alex rolled his eyes and they continued to walk, eventually going to some hippie ramen place where you had to pay ten bucks just to get water. (These types of places exist, I kid you not.)

"Lafayette?" Promise said. "Yes, minou?" "Do you know why Alex and Jefferson seem to be fighting less lately?" A million text messages and some fairy lights and pink picnic blankets flashed through their head. "Er... no," Lafayette said, unconvincingly. Promise gave him doe eyes. "You sure?" Laf sighed. "Minou, do not try to pry things out of me with your cuteness," they sighed, looking away. Promise kissed them. "Pleeeease?" "Why do you want to know?" "I just want to," Promise said. Lafayette shook their head. "Nosy kitten." "Pleeeeease?" "You would not believe me, minou." Promise raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I mean, it's not like they're dating or anything," she said.

Lafayette stared at her. "I-" Promise stared at them. "Wait- they are?" Lafayette, deciding that the jig was up, said, "Yes, minou, they are dating. Happy?" She frowned. "That was unexpected," she said. Lafayette sighed again. "Please do not tell anyone, mon amour, you know how your father gets about Jeffersons," they said. Promise nodded. "How did it happen?" Laf laughed. "There's a good story there," they said. 

Okay, this was really short and stuff, but... yeah, it was a filler. I did some research on St. Patrick's Day, because being an American, the only thing I knew about it was the not-wearing-green thing. I didn't know much about it, so that's why the holiday itself isn't really front and center.

ALSO sorry for not updating! If you follow me you'd know that I've been busy, I got a Tumblr (same as here) and I'm doing a oneshot as often as possible, once October ends I should be free- *looks at all my ski trip oneshot drafts and three amazing book ideas* I mean, I'll try to update more. Luv y'all!

~M