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I ran across the crosswalk, throwing my hood over my head to avoid being attacked by the rain. I had tried to make a beeline to the nearest bus stop until I was stopped in my tracks by a car flying past me, a book being chucked out the window, landing in a puddle. I tried shouting to get the driver's attention, just in case that this was an accident, but by the time i looked up, the car was long gone.
Naturally, I was curious about the book, so I walked over and picked it up, brushing the grime off of the cover. It read: Hamilton: A History Of The $10 Founding Father. Unfortunately, the only thing I could make out of the author's name was Li. The rest of the name had been ripped off, as if someone had tried to hide it. I carefully placed the book into my bag, as not to damage it any further and continued my trek home.
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I quickly closed the door to my apartment, happy to finally be out of the rain. I slung my jacket onto it's hanger and threw myself onto my sofa, sighing in content. I was about to close my eyes and try to go to sleep, but then I remembered the book. Sitting up, I pulled the book out of my bag and opened it. Suddenly, a bright, white light filled the room. However, it was gone as soon as it came. Opening my eyes and looking down at the book, I realized that all the pages were blank. Every single one. Panic began to rise within me. I was about to call my friend, F/N, when I heard a loud crash from my bedroom. I grabbed a kitchen knife and began creeping towards the noise.
I reached the door and opened it as quietly as possible to see a freckled man with long, curly brown hair and hazel eyes, looking around in panic.
"Who are you and why are you in my bedroom?!" I shouted, pointing the knife at him.
He raised his hands in surrender, "I don't know! I was shot in battle and appeared here!" He replied, fear evident in his voice.
"Battle?" I asked, easing my grip on the knife. He seemed like he had no clue what happened.
"Yes. Wait... What year is this?" He asked, studying the room.
"2017... Sir, are you sure you're okay?" I put the knife down completely.
"2017? That isn't possible.. It- it was just 1782..." He said, growing pale.
"I think you should sit d-" I was cut off by his eyes rolling back into his head and him passing out. "Shit!" I shouted, doing my best to catch him. I threw his arm over my shoulder and dragged him to my bed. After flinging him onto the mattress, I ran my fingers through my hair.
What was happening?! A man claiming that he is from the 1782 just magically teleported into my bedroom and collapsed. Wait, wasn't that Hamilton guy alive in the 1700's? This couldn't be because of that dumb book.
Could it?
Suddenly, I heard another voice from downstairs. It was another guy calling out to see if anyone was there. Whatever this was, it couldn't be good. I ran my hand over my face and hurried down the stairs. Once I saw who it was, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was George Washington! Yeah, this was definitely from the book.
"Sir?" I asked nervously, stepping into my kitchen. "If I may take an educated guess, you are George Washington and you just died, yes?" I questioned, avoiding eye contact. He turned around to look at me. He looked calm enough.
"Yes, may I ask who you might be?" He asked. I finally gained the courage to make eye contact and man, was he intimidating. He seemed kind, but then he stared me down like... Well, like a general would to his soldiers. It makes sense, I suppose.
"My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and you are in 2017." I replied, "I don't know how this happened, but there is man here who just appeared here as well. However, He passed out before I could catch his name. He has long, curly brown hair, freckles, and hazel eyes? He was wearing one of your uniforms, so I'm assuming that he is one of your soldiers? He said he died in 1782.."
"John Laurens?" He asked in disbelief. "He is one of my soldiers. May I see him?" His calm stature cracking for just a second.
"Of course. He is upstairs, second room to the left. Would you like anything to drink? Water? Some coffee?" I asked, desperately trying to be polite, as he was the first president, after all.
"Just water please. And thank you, Miss (Y/N)." He picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles, then rushing up the stairs. I couldn't help but blush at the action. I grabbed two water bottles out of the refrigerator. Then, I remembered that he was about 280 years old so he probably wouldn't know what Aquafina was. Therefore, I poured the bottles into two glasses. I took the glasses upstairs, and I peeked into my bedroom to see George sitting in a chair next to my bed, murmuring something under his breath. I knocked on the open door, gaining George's attention.
"Oh, thank you, Miss (Y/N)." He said, gratefully. He accepted the water and took a sip. I pulled another chair from my desk and sat across from him.
"You're taking this surprisingly well." I commented, setting the other glass next to John for him to drink once he wakes up. "How are you not in this massive panic? I mean, you're almost 200 years in the future."
"It takes practice. I mean I was a general, after all. I'm used to masking my emotions from my soldiers. Admittedly, I am afraid, but I have confidence that you will take care of us. You seem like a kind woman." He confessed, smiling at me.
"Why, thank you. You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Washington." I replied, a grin spreading across my face.
"Oh, call me George, please."
I looked down to see John coming to. He tried sitting up, but I pushed him back down.
"Take it easy, Mr. Laurens. You just passed out and your friend, George Washington joined us while you were gone." I spoke softly. "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright. This is just difficult to process." John replied, giving me a sheepish smile.
"That's understandable. Here, I got you some water." I handed the glass to him. He thanked me, drinking the whole glass.
"Miss, I'm afraid I never got your name." He said, looking up at me.
"My name is (Y/N) (L/N)." I replied, holding out my hand for him to shake, which he gladly took.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss (Y/N)."
Then suddenly, there was another crash from the laundry room.