Christmas Day
James'/Thomas'/Laf's apartment
3rd person

Everyone sat in various places in the boys' living room, since there were only so many places to sit, and there were 10+ people there.

Christmas music was playing softly in the background as Laf and Peggy wrecked havoc in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"When is everyone else gettin' here?" Thomas asked, pouting himself a cup of coffee.

"Uh, in about an hour or so." Peggy replied, checking the clock. "Who all is coming?"

"Aaron, your sisters, Alex, John, Herc, of course you three, and myself." James spoke up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he stole a sip from Thomas' cup, much to Thomas' dismay. "At least, that's who I know for sure is coming. Anyone else I don't know about?"

The three shook their heads simultaneously, earning a nod from James, as well as a hum.

"Well, we should probably get dressed, non?" Laf asked, gesturing towards himself and the awkward couple (who refuse to admit that there's something there between them). "Unless you two want to just chill out in your pjs all day?"

James went into his room to get dressed, leaving the other three behind. Peggy then looked over at Thomas with a knowing smirk.

"So, what did you get for Jemmy?" She teased, knowing how much Thomas hated it whenever someone else called James 'Jemmy'.

"None of your fucking business, that's what." He spat.

"Oh, someone's defensive, ain't he?" She chuckled, finishing up the pancakes. "You two go get dressed. I'd rather not have Jemmy and Alex exploding from shirtless hot guys next to them."

"Why aren't you getting flustered then, hm?" Thomas asked, crossing his arms.

"Dude, I'm gay, remember?" She retorted, flicking some leftover pancake batter in his face. "Now go get dressed, you magenta macaroni noodle."

"What the fuck?" Thomas muttered under his breath as we went into the master bedroom (which him and James share now) to get dressed, Laf following suit (but he went into the guest bedroom/his room, since that's where all his clothes were).

~<Time skip>~

"Here!" Alex said, handing John a present. "It's from yours truly."

John smiled, rolling his eyes fondly as he opened the gift, revealing a sketchbook and charcoal pencils.

"Thanks boo." John said teasingly, hugging his friend as Alex blushed slightly.

"Boo?" Aaron smirked.

John rolled his eyes. "Shuddup A-A-Ron, I call everyone boo."

Aaron sighed. "Again with A-a-Ron!? I thought we were done with that!"

"Nope!" John chuckled, popping the P.
———
The entire apartment was full of Peggy's screeching as she watched her older sister twirl around in the flowey dress James got her.

"Who picked this out?" Angelica sighed, in complete awe.

Laf raised his hand. "Moi."

Angie smiled at him. "You have excellent tastes in clothes, Lafayette."

Laf flipped his hair-bun dramatically. "No shit Sherlock, do you not see my outfit?"

Angie chuckled. "Fair point."
———
"Ooh, mon ami, this is phenomenal!" Laf awed, trying on an off-shoulder cropped sweater that Hercules gave him. "Where'd you get this!? This must've cost a fortune!"

Herc chuckled. "Actually, I made it myself."

"Really!?" Herc nodded, smiling a pride-filled smile. "You don't seem like a guy to be making clothes."

Herc chuckled. "I lot of people are surprised to hear that I'm a tailor. I think it's because of my build, I guess."

"Well, in any case, this is beautiful, mon ami. You clearly have a knack for this."

Herc smiled shyly, a small blush spreading across his cheeks. "Erm, thanks, Lafayette."

"Please mon ami, just call me Laf."
———
"What's this?" Alex asked, holding a notebook and packet of calligraphy pens, one of which had a quill-like appearance.

(That's real, btw. I've only seen it once, but I have seen a calligraphy set with an attachment what can make it have a quill-like appearance)

"I know how much you like to write, so I got you a journal!" Eliza chirped happily. "And I've heard that you're good with calligraphy, so that's why I got the set."

Alex hugged Eliza, beaming. "Thanks Liz!"

Eliza giggled, returning the hug. "It's no problem, Alex!"
———
"Here." Angie smiled, handing Aaron a gift box. He quickly opened it to find a shirt that was about his size. He lifted it up to find a graphic tee with a spilled tea cup image on it with the words "Spill da tea sis" on it.

"Uh, thanks?"

Angie rolled her eyes. "At least I didn't get you the one I'm wearing."

Aaron looked at Angies shirt, which read "My life is a romantic comedy minus the romance and just me laughing at my own jokes". Aaron snickered, putting his shirt on over the one he already was wearing.

"Fair point, but it would be accurate."

Angie snickered. "True."

"I ship it." Everyone (besides Angie and Aaron) said simultaneously.

Aaron and Angie rolled their eyes, annoyed at their friends.

(I've actually been shipped before with a friend or two, and it's kinda irritating sometimes, ngl)
———
"A hairbrush?"

Alex snickered. "To tame that mane of yours."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Geez, thanks."
———
"Hey Pegs!" Aaron called to Peggy, walking towards the front door. "Remember that girl you bumped into right before break?"

Peggy thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"Well, she just so happens to be a good friend of mine, so..."

Aaron opened the front door to show the same woman Peggy bumped into. She was wearing a red sweater with black sweatpants.

Peggy blushed.

Peggy Schuyler
Age 21

OH MY GOD, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, AARON!?

I don't know how she does it, but she still looks smoking in ugly-ass sweats, just looking casual.

"Everyone, meet Maria!" Aaron introduced her.  "I helped her get out of an abusive relationship, and since then, we've been besties."

"I thought that I was your bestie!" Alex whined.

"Nah, you ain't even close to being ma bestie." Aaron retorted.

(Ive kinda been talking like this lately, and idk why. Especially with the Nah (and Nada, for some reason). Plus, I hear a lot of girls at school (especially in Algebra) talk like this, so yea)

"Ouch, I'm offended." Alex sighed dramatically, flopping on his best friends (aka GayTurtleBoi) lap.

~<Time skip bc i don't know what to do next>~

Everyone was eventually playing confessions, basically trying to get each other to admit that they like each other.

Maria was first to start. She whispered a question in Alex's ear.

"Oh yeah, definitely."

Heads

"She asked me if I liked pineapple on pizza."

"Ew, what the fuck?" Thomas commented. "Pineapple on pizza is disgusting."

"The sweetness and savoriness of the pizza is perfect, you coward!"

"Weirdo."

"Bite me." Alex growled.

"Kinky." Maria commented, basically wearing a Lenny face.

Alex rolled his eyes, asking his question to the next person.

~~~

James asked Herc his question, earning a shrug from the gentle giant.

"I mean, he's cute as hell, yeah, but I don't know him well enough to develop feelings for him. I mean, we're basically strangers still."

Heads

"Jemmy asked me if I like Lafayette."

Laf blushed slightly, rolling his eyes. "Pouvez-vous arrêter d'essayer de me mettre en place avec des gens au hasard que je trouve mignons?"
(Can you guys stop trying to set me up with people I find cute?)

Thomas chuckled. "Nous pourrions, mais c'est drôle de vous voir tous agités."
(We could, but it's funny to see you all flustered)

Laf rolled his eyes, irritated. "Vous êtes tous des bites."
(You're all dicks)

"D'accord." Alex agreed, shocking Thomas, Laf, and Maria. "What, I'm fluent in French too?"

~<•>~

I was 2am when the snow started falling. Alexander loved snow (he didn't get it much growing up), and immediately went outside to play in the snow, despite that it was 20 below freezing and it was pitch black outside. He didn't care though, he was happy.

Eventually, everyone (except James and Aaron, who were fast asleep) was outside, playing in the snow, and just enjoying themselves, as if they were kids again, which, at that moment, they did feel that way.

Happy Holidays

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This took 3-5 days to write, just letting y'all know.

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