AU where you’re best friends with Lin-Manuel Miranda
Summary: you come home after a bad day at high school, only to be surprised by your best friend, Lin-Manuel Miranda
(this is my first time writing fanfics in about 3 years! just wanna get back into it <3 )
Slamming the door of your bedroom behind you, you throw yourself on the bed. Breathing heavily you lie on your back and close your eyes. If today wasn’t already bad enough with your least favourite classes, you were turned down by the girl you’ve long held a crush on and received back too many negative grades. Two weeks ago you were trapped in your room for hours on end writing this biology paper which now stood in front of you with a large, red C- on it.
Chest heaving you took the paper and ripped it to shreds, letting it fall on the floor strip by strip. If the day wasn’t already shit enough, now you’ve possibly lost a friend and arriving closer at failing a subject. It was moments like these you needed your best friend, Lin-Manuel Miranda, more than anything. And he was there. He was always there. Now, however, he was constantly travelling the world filming and whatnot for various projects he was working on.
Sure, being best friends with one of the world’s most successful broadway writers and performers had its perks. You were closely known to the primary Hamilton cast and crew members. You could be guaranteed a spot in your favourite seat, the fourth row from the stage and 8th seat from the left. Lin was a lovely man, it seemed beyond the stars that you were fortunate enough to meet him through your parents. Growing up knowing Lin was like having a second parent. He was always there for you, regardless the 20 year age gap you had.
Now seeing how far Lin had come in his successions drew tears to your eyes, knowing the man you once considered another father was a sought-after writer and composer. Through the course of his time in Hamilton, you frequently babysat his young son when you weren’t drowned in homework. However, since moving to England for his filming of the Mary Poppins revival, you were lucky enough to Skype him once a week, usually on a Saturday evening.
This Friday afternoon you sat there, letting your mind trick and deceive you as you shook and broke down. You knew Lin would be off filming, with his family or seeing the world as he so often did, but you needed to hear his voice more than ever.
People laughed it off that you were friends with Lin-Manuel. They would say you were bragging, or your friendship was too close for a teenager and man with a family. But you and Lin knew nothing of that. Through thick and thin, he knew your darkest feelings and secrets and was there through the highs and lows of it.
Breathing deeply to slow your trembling hands, you opened your phone to see a spam of messages from your friends. They read
“I cannot believe you would just risk tearing us apart, telling ____ you like her and all that!!”
“I’m disgusted at how selfish you are, this is going to make lunchtimes all the more awkward”
“I need some space from you for a while. See you in a few weeks.”
Tears welled in your eyes, heart beating faster and faster. Throwing your feelings aside you clicked Lin’s contact, trembling more and more as the dial went on. As your phone rang, you swore you could hear a phone ringing downstairs but ignored it, pushing it aside as one of your parent’s spare phones. After calling Lin twice to receive no pickup and leaving one long voice mail, you throw your earphones in and head downstairs to scavenge the leftover pizza for an emotion-healing treat. Walking down the stairs, you put on the In The Heights broadway cast album and begin to jam along as “The Club” plays.
Lipsyncing and dancing downstairs would traditionally not be a safe choice of movement, but you’ve discovered that a quick listen to ITH can change any mood in a matter of moments.
You slowly stumble to the kitchen, your mood returning to its former state as Breathe begins to play. Opening the fridge door you feel tears behind your eyes. Although not directly relatable, the lyrics hold a strong meaning of living up to others exceptions, something you are currently struggling with. The song continues and the pizza reheats. As the climax is reached, you are overcome with emotion and throw yourself down on the kitchen counter. shaking with emotion. Lin always knew how to write a good song. A relatable song. In that moment, you were Nina. Caught in a mix and feeling like a disappointment, unsure of what to do next.