I've been thinking about making Hamilton shit. So if you SOMEHOW ARE A PERSON THAT COMMENTS (I'm fucking lonely and salty) tell me if you like that idea.
Warnings: Cursing and a bit of................. sexual content.
Ages: 18.
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Kyle's POV.

"I'm bored," Leo says.

I laugh.

"Wanna play Roles?" I ask.

"What's—?" Stan asks.

"HECK YEAH!" Bebe screeches.

"Roles is a game where everyone writes down their name, a place and a prompt relating to a romantic relationship, number between 2-5 and people act it out until one of us says 'done'," Kenny says.

"We don't have paper or bowls," Token says.

Suddenly bowls and paper fall from the sky, along with paper. I laugh.

"Thanks, Readers. I appreciate y'all," I say.

We all take it and write everything down.

"Okay then," I say.

We put them into bowls.

"Can I draw?" Clyde asks.

"Of course you cinnamon roll!" Nichole says.

Nichole and I found Tumblr together. We kept it in a small circle... yes, we know everything that's posted.

"Five," Clyde says.

"Clyde.... that's a two," Craig says.

"Oh," Clyde says.

"Draw two names," I say.

"Nichole and.... Craig," Clyde says.

"Okay," Nichole says.

"Cafe.... you two are extremely drunk and decide to confess," Clyde says.

"Why am I drunk in a cafe—?" Craig asks.

"Do it!" Token says.

Craig sighs and both of them get up, Nichole and Craig.

"Hey Graig," Nichole says.

She takes a convincing hold of Craig.

"What?" Craig asks.

"I deci-decided to say that I love you because...... I couldn't take it anymore," Nichole says.

"I'm not a fly," Craig says.

"Fuck off," Wendy says, loudly.

Never give Wendy a bottle of vodka, she seems to think everyone accuses her of being a bird.

"I-i-i-i," Nichole says.

She fake falls over, however, Craig really isn't ready and both of them fall on the floor. She kisses him.

"Done! Beautiful!" Wendy says.

Nichole gives him a hand, which he takes.

"Okay. Thank you, next," Bebe says.

Nichole takes the slips.

"Four, Kenny, Wendy, Bebe and Leo, bathroom, one of you is currently having sex behind their partners back... when they find out, they either join in or scold them," Nichole says.

"Heck yeah!" Kenny says.

He is the first to get up.

"I'm the best fake upset," Leo says.

Wendy nods and grabs Kenny. Bebe shrugs and runs after them.

"Well it's a threesome then," Stan says.

I laugh.

"What's going on—OH LORD!"

I lean against Token, looking at the performance.

"Leo.... darling.... this isn't what it looks like," Kenny says.

"What is it then?" Leo asks.

He takes a step closer.

"Don't fucking pretend that I'm so innocent as to not understand what you're doing here," Leo says.

He is genuinely terrifying, even while playing a character.

"Please....," Kenny says.

"What now? I haven't already given you enough?" Leo asks.

"I'm sorry," Bebe says.

She grabs his shoulder, he turns around and kisses her.

"There you fucking go, now we've both cheated you scummy bastard," Leo says.

"P-Please, sir. We didn't know about this! But I'm certain he didn't mean it!" Wendy says.

She gets in between.

"Love.... out of the way, I don't blame you," Leo says.

Wendy refuses and Kenny pulls her behind himself.

"I will make it up to you," Kenny says.

"Try," Leo says.

They kiss.

"Done!" Stan says.

"Goddamnit, Stan," Nichole says.

"You can't really preach the idea you can forgive a cheater so easily. I had to cut off before it went in either direction," Stan says.

"True that," Leo says.

He steps down and takes slips.

"2, Stan and Kyle, bedroom, you are ex significant others."

I laugh and drag Stan over. I laugh.

"I erm... I'm so so sorry to come here," Stan says.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I forgot my watch," Stan says.

I sigh and sit on the bed.

"How is life?" I ask.

"I don't—," Stan says.

"Is it better now that I'm out of it?" I ask.

"See..... that's exactly what I meant by all that... Kyle, you're seriously toxic, you don't let me speak before going off about something to blame me for," Stan says, speaking in a hurried tone.

I laugh.

"Oh putting everything on me again?" I ask.

I walk to him.

"Thinking I'm the problem yet again?" I ask.

"N-no," He says.

I get him backed to the wall.

"Oh now you are like this, eh?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Fine then!" I say.

I smile at him before throwing him. He's reading, landing in a non painful way.

"Am I the problem?" I ask.

"N-no. I'll just.... I'll get my stuff and never come back.... I have something important going on," he says.

I throw him a paper. He catches it, we're pretending it's a watch.

"You're not who I remember you being," he says.

I grab him.

"No thanks?" I ask.

"Thank you," He says, quietly.

When did we decide ex=Toxic? And when did we decide I was the toxic one?

"Hah," I say.

I kiss him.

"Done! Please!" Wendy says.

She looks so uncomfortable.

"When the heck did ex become a word for toxic?" Token asks.

I shrug.

"Three, Kyle, Token, Clyde, Club, you know that one of you has to kill the other(s) in a few years but love each other."

"Oh shit, that's dark as all fuck," I say.

The two others come to me.

"How's the gun doing?" I ask.

"At home," Clyde says.

"He asked how it was not where," Token says.

"It's fine.... ready to kill," Clyde says.

Damn I need some kind of things here.

I smile as a glass falls from the sky. Thanks readers!

"Did you potion my drink?" I ask, laughing.

"No," Clyde says.

I kiss him.

"C'mon.... just joking," I say.

Token nods.

"But you know you have to get to it soon?" Token asks.

Clyde kisses him.

"I'm fine with that as long as you don't scream too loudly," he says.

"No promises," Token says.

I nod.

"Done!"