Double Trouble- Jeggy/Hamiliza Fanfiction

Chapter One- Boy, you got me Helpless

(Peggy's POV)

I knew, the moment I saw him, I was a goner. He had long curly hair, green eyes, a splash of freckles across his face, and a smile that seemed to light up the dimly lit ballroom. It was somewhat ironic, just before I had spotted him, I was giggling to myself watching my older sister, Eliza, helplessly mooning over Alexander Hamilton, as Angelica had called him. Meanwhile, this handsome stranger I had yet to speak to helplessly ensnared me. In peeked at him from behind my fan when I thought he wasn't looking. When I turned to peek again, I found him looking right at me. My heart began to pound as he began to walk over to me. I tried to compose myself as best I could, then set my fan down on a side table.

"Pardon me, Miss," He began, " I couldn't help but notice you staring at me from across the dance floor." I was sure I turned red as a beet; I could feel the hot blush on my cheeks.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to say in the most composed tone possible.

"Oh… okay…. umm... lets start this thing over." He said with a bashful smile. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is John Laurens." He said, bowing to me.

"Peggy Schuyler." I say, curtsying back.

"Schuyler?" he asked.

"Yes." I answered. "Thank you for your service." I say, directing the conversation back to him. I never liked talking about myself much; my two older sisters were much bolder than I am. I was always the rule follower, always being dragged into their schemes. I felt like I would just be 'And Peggy' forever, but tonight something felt different. I felt a spark in my soul tonight. I didn't know if it was this John Laurens, or the fact that it was my first Ball, or what; I just felt different.

"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet it will have been worth it, Miss Peggy Schuyler." John declared, leaving me flushed again "Would you like to dance?"

"Please." John smiled, leading me to the dance floor on his arm. Smiling and winking at friends on the way, including Alexander Hamilton. He must be good friends with John. "That's my sister by the way." I say, pointing to the lovely Eliza on Alexander's arm, trying to continue the conversation.

"I think that they look cute together." Both John and I said at the same time; then, we burst out laughing.

"Well, I guess that makes two of us!" John Exclaimed.

Looking back on it now, I guess John and I bonded over our love… for playing matchmaker. Come to think of it, most of the night, all we talked about was how we planned to get Alexander and Eliza together. Sure we talked about ourselves too!

John was 26, he was an aide-de-camp for Washington along with his closest friend Alexander, he was from South Carolina, he was an Abolitionist, and he loved Animals. I told John I was 22, I'm from New York, my favorite color is yellow, my favorite book is Romeo and Juliet, I enjoy going to the opera and sneaking about town with my two older sisters, and I love animals.

We were so different but so similar too! At the end of the night, John and I exchanged addresses, not just because we wanted to stay in touch, it was because it was part of our brilliant plan to set up Alexander and Eliza!