A/N: If you read my other story, you know now that I fixed the weird spacing stuff (YAY). Also, I haven't totally planned this story out yet, so if you have any suggestions or stuff you'd like to see, now's the time to let me know in the comments! Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Lafayette was trying to keep the sweat on his forehead from being too noticeable, but anyone who looked at the nervous man could tell he was in some manner of distress. His face was pale and he wore a grimace that didn't look natural.

The man that Peggy had apparently spit on had called the cops on her. Lafayette had followed the security guards dragging a kicking and screaming Peggy outside as they waited for the cops to come and asked the guards in a sentence that was half French, half English nonsense, if Peggy was going to jail or if he could speak to her.

The guards had shared a look and kept him at a safe distance, not wanting to 'unsettle' Peggy more than she already was. So he had paced around the back stairs of the studio, shooting nervous looks at Peggy every now and then, who just looked angry.

He would have felt sorry for whoever endured her wrath if they hadn't winded her up in this situation.

Eventually, the cops did show up, but Lafayette wasn't allowed to ride along in the police car. Peggy quickly tossed him her keys when no one was paying attention, and he nodded his thanks.

Now he sat at the station awaiting what was going to happen to Peggy. The fact that cops walked by the bench he was sitting at every few seconds did nothing to help his nerves. Maybe it was because he was black, maybe it was because he had watched too many episodes of Beyond Scared Straight, but police officers had always freaked him out, even when he hadn't done anything wrong.

Finally, after a few hours, a short police woman approached him. He looked up expectantly, subconsciously chewing his finger nails. She looked down at her clipboard, squinting at something that was written there. Finally, she looked up at him.

"Are you Mr. Laf-ey-ette?" she asked, trying in vain to get his name right.

"Yes." He said, looking at her with wide eyes. The police officer smirked at the look on his face.

"No need to look so alarmed. It isn't like Peggy's getting a death sentence."

If she thought that was going to calm him down, she was sorely mistaken. He managed to look more concerned than before. The police officer sighed and shook her head.

"Relax kid, she got off with a warning, and the man she assaulted isn't pressing charges."

Lafayette jumped off the bench and restrained himself from hugging the officer only because she had a gun in her holster.

"How soon will she be released?"

"I need you to fill out this paperwork," she handed him the clipboard, "and after that she'll be right as rain."

Lafayette assumed that meant she would be released and took the clipboard eagerly, filling out the paper in a rush. He scribbled his signature at the bottom and made his way to the front desk to search for someone who would help him. The bored looking receptionist looked over the paperwork, then called, "Coates!", which Lafayette supposed was the name of the officer he had spoken to earlier.

Coates came out of an office in a rush, looking a bit overwhelmed. She spotted Lafayette and paused for a moment to tell him, 'right this way', before marching in the direction he assumed Peggy would be. He followed without hesitation.

They walked silently down a narrow hallway towards the double doors that lay at the end. The officer entered a 4-digit code into the little keypad next to the doors, which seemed to unlock once she did. They pushed through and Lafayette thought he might have a nervous breakdown.

A row of cells lined the far wall, each containing a few different people. His eyes instantly landed on Peggy, who had managed to end up in a cell with two women that looked like they might be body builders or could possibly be in a motorcycle gang. They were wearing studded leather jackets and combat boots with no shortage of tattoos and piercings. In comparison, Peggy, with her ruffled dress and shorter stature, looked like a child.

As soon as he got closer, he saw the three women were sitting on the floor with a deck of cards.

"Got any fours?" the one with a half-shaved head asked.

In response, Peggy dramatically pulled out two cards and handed them over, then covered her face with her hand.

"I hate this game." She said with a fake sigh, then looked up and saw Lafayette and Officer Coates, who twisted a key into the key hole.

"Peggy, you're free to go." Her voice sounded bored as she opened the door. Peggy looked at the two women then back at the officer.

"Just a few more minutes? This game is almost over, my ass is being handed to me."

Lafayette wanted to scream. The officer pursed her lips and shook her head.

"'Fraid not, Peggy."

"Is this Lafayette?" one of Peggy's cellmate's asked, and Lafayette almost felt self-conscious as she looked him up and down.

"Yeah, that's him." Said Peggy, getting to her feet, her face a little redder than before.

She exited the cell, and Coates closed the door behind her. She turned back and waved at her cellmates.

"Well, nice to meet you, girls. I hope Enrico isn't the father, Janice," she turned to the other woman, "and good luck getting your driver's license back Rita."

"Thanks sweetie." The one called Janice said.

"Good luck with that restaurant! And don't forget to hook me up with Angelica some time!" called Rita as they walked back down the hall.

Lafayette could only stare in wonder. How the hell had Peggy managed to make what looked like lifelong friends after about-he checked his watch-three and a half hours in prison? The girl was an enigma.

They walked out to the parking lot in silence after saying goodbye to Officer Coates. Peggy looked at Lafayette expectantly, and he realized he had her car keys. He grabbed them out of his pocket and unlocked the car, electing to take the driver's seat. Peggy didn't protest.

It was in the car that Lafayette was about to give Peggy a piece of his mind for scaring him, but Peggy broke down into an apology before he could even open his mouth.

"I'm so sorry I dragged you into this mess. I swear I thought it would just be an audition, and I wouldn't have attacked that guy, but Laf he was the guy that you punched in the face, and he was just being a complete asshole and he egged me on and I lost control and now you probably think I'm insane-" Lafayette held a hand up to stop her rambling. Peggy looked like she was on the verge of tears. All of Lafayette's resolve broke.

"First of all, take some deep breaths. You got off clean, and that asshole didn't press charges." He waited for her to breathe before adding, "And he probably deserved it."

He was relieved to see her smile again, however watery it was.

"Secondly, you may be mildly insane, but I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks for that." Lafayette knew that however sarcastic she sounded, she actually was grateful.

"What did he do that was so horrible that you had to try to murder him?" he asked before he could stop himself. Peggy shot him a look, and he quickly added, "not that it wasn't deserved."

"He acted like he knew what I wanted better than I did." Peggy crossed her arms, a frustrated shadow clouding her face. Lafayette was lost.

"He, eh- what?" Lafayette knew he sounded like an idiot, but he wanted to know what she meant. Peggy sighed.

"He acted like he was above me because he had the ability to make me a little 'shooting star'," she rambled, using air quotes around 'shooting star', "but he doesn't know what I want. He probably recognized the name Schuyler from my sisters and thinks I'm trying to be like them. But I'm not. I'm just trying to make some damn money." She sounded very tired.

"Why don't you just ask either of your sisters for a loan?" he asked quietly. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground.

"Because I just want to do it myself." She sniffed.

"You don't want your accomplishments to be because of them." He translated.

She nodded slowly.

"Can you blame me? If my restaurant becomes a success, I want to be able to tell people that I didn't use my perfect, famous sisters to my advantage. For once, I want something that's just…mine."

Lafayette took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at her.

"When. When your restaurant becomes a success."

She shook her head with a small smile on her face.

"I wish I had half your confidence." Lafayette pursed his lips as if he were considering something, and Peggy noticed. "What?"

"Well, you did just get arrested for trying to defend your ideals, so that's something." He said with a small smirk. Peggy huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and that helped so much."

Lafayette snickered. They soon reached Peggy's apartment and stepped inside. Peggy changed into sweat pants and her 'I heart New York' hoodie before badgering Lafayette about his 'ability to rap at the speed of a god'.

"Seriously, Angelica has connections. She could get you a label in no time flat."

"Who was it that was just telling me she refused to use Angelica for money?" he scoffed, plopping down on the couch, which let out a loud creaking noise.

"I said I wouldn't use her for money, not connections." She grinned.

"Mhm." Lafayette rolled his eyes.

Peggy giggled, and Lafayette caught himself staring. He couldn't pretend he didn't think about being more than friends with her. Lafayette, like his friends, had never really been the best with relationships. The fact that Alexander had been the first to get engaged was unsettling, to say the least. He wanted ask Peggy out more than anything, but he was afraid that if things went wrong, he would lose not only a girlfriend, but one of his best friends too.

So, for the millionth time that day, he looked away before she caught him.