There is no real way to explain how you feel on the day of your wedding. It's a rush of emotions. Hapiness, first of all, then fear, love, admiration, and anxiety, not necessairily in that order. At three o'clock in the afternoon on their wedding day, Alexander Hamilton and Eliza Schuyler stood in front of their mirrors in separate dressing rooms, preparing for the day ahead. The wedding was in an hour and a half.

"Mon ami, are you ready?" Lafayette asked, standing behind him, placing his hands on his shoulders. Lafayette was his best man, but Hercules helped him all the way. When Herc and Laf got married at some point in the future- they weren't in a rush- Alex was to be Herc's best man and Laf had a best friend from France that would be his. Hercules was supposed to be John's. He didn't mind that he wasn't ever going to be one.

"I love her," Alex stated, "but I don't think anyone is every ready for something like this." Lafayette let out a small chuckle.

"There is no need to be nervous, mon petit lion. There were never two more meant to be than you and your dear Eliza," he smiled. Just then, Hercules and Lin walked through the door; both dressed in their best.

"Oh, look at my son! Doesn't he look handsome?" Lin asked, clapping a hand on his back. Herc, Laf, and Lin stood behind him in the mirror while they all looked at his reflection. "My son is getting married."

"I'm getting married," Alex repeated.

"Who would've thought that the scruffy little foster kid I met in five years ago would be standing here before me, ready to get married," Lin said with wonder.

"You should have seen him when we first met him," Hercules scoffed. "I almost turned around and ran."

"Oh, come on now I wasn't that scary," Alex replied, an embarrassed grin on his face.

"Alex, even I was scared of you," Laf laughed.

It was so fucking cold. On the subway to his first day of school, that was the constant theme of his thoughts. His new life in New York City was the best opportunity he and his mother had ever been granted. The cold, however, wasn't a fun added bonus. He could see his breath, for god's sake!

He was thirteen, but his mind was older. He had been through more than most at thirteen because of his previous home in the Caribbean. The city didn't scare him. He knew that he needed to act tough to be tough. At his new school, he was prepared to fight fire with fire and fend off the people that tried to tear him down. He didn't expect to make friends. The only thing he wanted was to get good grades and get ahead so that he would get into a good university and be successful. Then, he could pay for his mom's life and she wouldn't have to work any more. That would be a good day.

When he arrived at the school, Alex trudged through the entrance doors and ignored the stares from the other kids. He was supposed to go to the main office to pick up his schedule, but the problem was that he didn't exactly know where the office was. He needed to ask for help, something he had never been very good at doing.

A few steps inside, he noticed a boy that was sitting on the stoop of the stairs to the second floor. His headphones were on and he was reading a book, so Alex decided that he seemed like the kind of person he might want to know. Alex went up to him with no hesitation.
"Alexander Hamilton," he said, sticking out his hand for the boy to shake. He looked up at him, and Alex noticed his freckles for the first time. He didn't know many people with freckles.

Hesitantly, the boy took off his headphones and closed his book. "John Laurens," he replied, receiving his handshake.

"Can you show me where the main office is? I'm new and I need to get my schedule," Alex asked bluntly.

John looked at Alex curiously. "Yeah, of course." He then placed his book in his backpack and began to walk to the office. "Where are you from?"

"The Caribbean. The island of St. Croix, to be exact," Alex replied.

"What brings you to New York?"

"A better life," That's all Alex would say. There was more to the story, of course, but he wasn't about to tell a stranger his life story in the first ten minutes of meeting him. That was more of a day later type thing.

It didn't take long for Alex to get his schedule. John offered to bring him to his classes, but first insisted that Alex had to meet his friends. He hadn't expected to make friends on his first day.

"Hercules, Lafayette, this Alexander Hamilton," John said, introducing them. The boys looked at him with wide eyes. They didn't have the same reaction that John had. Alex wasn't exactly pretty to look at. He had a bruise on his face from a fight he had before he left the Caribbean, his hair was all scruffy because he hadn't had a hair cut in a long time, and there were cuts on his knuckles from previous affairs.

"Hey Alex," Lafayette said hesitantly. "Can we call you Alex?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Alex replied non-chalantly. He didn't want to seem very eager.

"I like Alexander better. It's got a better ring to it," John said.

"My mom calls me Alexander," Alex added. His face then turned bright red. "I mean, uh, shit there's no way to cover that."

"So, you're not so tough, are you Alex?" Hercules asked with a small laugh.

"Only when you piss me off," Alex laughed in return.

"That is, until he talked about his mom!" Hercules reminded Lafayette.

"Oh, that is right!" Lafayette laughed. Then, to Lin he said, "We would come to find out that little Alex's mom had many more names for him."

Alex groaned. "Let's not talk about that, okay? My wedding day is supposed to be a happy day. Besides, I'm sure she's calling me those stupid names from up there." He pointed at the ceiling and smiled.

"She sure is, buddy, she sure is," Lin replied.

Suddenly, Angelica burst through the door with a panicked look on her face. "Sam Seabury is here," she stated. "I tried to stop him, but he got away from me and now I can't find him."

"Shit," Alex spat. "I'm going to Eliza's dressing room. Everyone else needs to search for him, okay?" They all nodded their heads in agreement.

Alex ran to Eliza's dressing room, his tie whipping over his shoulder like a cartoon character. Without a second of hesitation, he burst into Eliza's room.

He had slammed the door open faster than anything he had ever done, but when he started to see what was happening inside, it felt like the slowest moments of his life.

First, he saw Sam grab hold of Eliza's shoulders. Then, he watched Sam kiss his fiance. She quickly pulled away and then the two of them looked at Alex. Sam looked at him with a smirk while Eliza's was full of worry and regret.

"Alexander, I tried to get him to leave!" Alex didn't say anything.

"Eliza, you can't deny that there's something between us!" Sam insisted, grabbing hold of the girl's hands. She quickly ripped away from his hold.

"Oh, you've got to be FUCKING kidding me. I'm going to take care of you right here, right now," Alex seethed, stepping toward him. Eliza began to back away from Sam, slowly going toward the phone.

She mouthed to him, 'I'm going to call 911', and Alex gave her a slight nod. She slid into the bedroom to make the call.

"Alex, are we in grade school again?" Seabury taunted. Alex couldn't hold it in any longer. He had been so good for so long, and now he needed to take action.

"We must be, if you've been messing around with Eliza again," He balled up his fists.

"Her father wants me to marry her!"

"I don't give a shit- and for the record- neither does she! We're getting married today!"

"Not if I have anything to do with it."

Eliza had just stepped out of the bedroom when Alex punched Sam in the face. Luckily, he was knocked out for a little while. Eliza sighed out of relief. Alex rubbed his knuckles.

"They'll be here soon," Eliza said quietly.

Alex moved to her, held her face, and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry darling, you really shouldn't be needing to deal with this today." She already had her makeup and hair done. He saw the garment bag in the corner and assumed that she was just about to get dressed when Sam walked in. "You look beautiful."

"You're not supposed to see me before the wedding," she replied with a slight, sad grin.

"You're also supposed to be a virgin if you're wearing white." This caused Eliza to burst out into a real laugh. "Ah, there you go. See, that's what I like to hear. I just want you to be happy."

"I'm happy whenever I'm with you."

Sam stirred a few times, but mostly it was just to moan and hold his face. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The police were at the door with Mr. Schuyler. Eliza hadn't originally invited him to the wedding, but after Peggy's death, she felt it was necessary. She began to regret her decision.

"Eliza Schuyler, do you want to tell me why I am escorting the police into your dressing room right now?" He huffed. Then, he saw Sam lying on the floor and sighed, "Oh."

The police picked him up and took him out of the room. There weren't any grounds for him to be arrested on, but they could certainly kick him out of the building.

"Daddy, did you have anything to do with Sam coming to my dressing room today?" The anger was evident in Eliza's eyes.

He was hesitantly cautious. "I might have encouraged him to come here."

Eliza's eyebrows knit together and her slight frown turned into one of pure outrage. Her cheeks flamed red. "I'm going to need to ask you to leave as well," she demanded as politely as possible.

"What do you mean?" He asked, taken aback.

"I don't want you at my wedding. You are no longer invited." She closed her eyes, unable to look at him straight. She didn't want to cry in front of him.

Mr. Schuyler's mouth opened slightly and he stood in the room for a moment, completely silent. Then, after processing what his daughter had said strode out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

Eliza turned around to face Alex, then fell into his shoulder and began to cry. He stroked her back, trying to comfort her. "Shh… I know, I know."

"I-I couldn't let him stay," she stuttered.

"You made the right decision."

She leaned away to wipe her tears. "Oh! My makeup, it was already done. We're going to have to redo everything now."

He looked at her with loving eyes. "You could have just rolled out of bed and I would still think that you're the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen." She slightly rolled her eyes.

"You love me too much." He kissed her. Then, she bit her lip and he could clearly see that she was still worried.

"Okay, I'll go get Angelica. I'll tell her it's a code red makeup emergency."

She laughed at him. "Well, don't just stand there! Code red!" Somehow, with her father gone, she felt ten times better about getting married to her love today. The day was just supposed to be about her and Alex, and now it could be.