Alexander Hamilton was thinking about John Laurens again. John was a daring, patient person with pretty hair and a kind, yet fragile heart.

Alexander walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved grand New York with its huge, new houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel love.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a daring figure of John Laurens.

Alexander gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. Alex was a friendly, kind, beer drinker with a skinny and scrawny figure. His friends saw him as a tired writer. Once, he had even brought a drowning James Madison back from the brink of death.

But not even a friendly person who had once brought James Madison back from the brink of death, was prepared for what John had in store today.

The rain hammered like loving dog, making Alexander anxious. Alexander grabbed a spotty love letter that had been strewn nearby; he read through it and smiled.

As Alexander stepped outside of the office building and John came closer, he could see the breakable smile on his face.

John gazed with happiness and affection. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a romantic relationsip."

Alexander looked back, even more anxious and still keeping a stern grip love letter. "John, I love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two exited, courageous, long time friends chatting at a very smart party, which had hip hop music playing in the background.

"I feel the same way!" revealed John with a delighted grin.

John looked ecstatic, his emotions blushing like a plain, pretty painting.

Then Alex invited John inside his apartment for a drink of beer.

How was that for being made by a generator? I had to edit it but I hope you enjoyed!
-Sincerley,

                       Connor )