Thanks, PurebloodDalek7 for the idea! (It's a bit different than the prompt but-)

I give you the peace offering of Jamilton fluff! Plz don't kill me next chapter-

Also I use "the guy" a lot so......

~Alex...

Alex groaned, banging his head on the handle of his shopping cart.

'Stupid fudging cereal!' He thought, raising his head to stare at the Captain Crunch cereal on the top shelf. (Fite me-)

It was Alex's favorite cereal -and the last thing in his shopping list. Alex had been having a bad day and was desperate to get out of the supermarket. Except he just couldn't reach the D*MN CEREAL!

Alex tried one last time, standing on his tippie toes and stretching his arm out as far as it would go. But it was all in vain- he still couldn't reach the cereal.

Stomping in frustration, Alex threw his head back and let out a cry of anger.

"UGH!"

Suddenly, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Immediately alert, Alex spun around, prepared to attack the person behind him

"Need some help?" He asked, a southern drawl prominent in his voice. Alex couldn't reply, shocked at what he saw. Standing in front of him was a tall man with caramel skin and dark mocha eyes. His lips were twisted in something that resembled either amusement or worry -Alex couldn't tell which- and his face was framed with black, curly hair, styled in a small afro, and some stubble of the same color stretched from both ears to form a barely noticeable beard and mustache. His posture was a bit slouched, his right hand mid-air and his left hanging limply at his side. His dark purple shirt was tight on him- outlining every muscle. Alex noticed he wasn't exactly ripped, but he probably went to the gym often. Light blue pants contrasted perfectly with his grey running shoes and dark skin.

"Excuse me, sir," he cleared his throat, "Do you need some help?"

"O-oh!" Alex stuttered, blushing once he realized he had been staring. "N-no thanks. I-I got it!"

The taller man took a step back, skeptical of Alex's reassurance. "Really?"

"Y-yeah!" Alex chirped. "See?" Alex turned and attempted to snag the yellow box mid-jump.

Unfortunately, he failed miserably- much to the dark-skinned man's amusement.

"S-shut up!" Alex blushed harder as the man chuckled.

He shook his head with a small smile and quickly snatched Alex's food off the shelf- gently handing it to Alex. "Here."

"T-thank you."

"No problem." He smiled softly. Alex took the box and dropped it in his cart. "Oh, one more thing!" He put his hand on Alex's shoulder and handed him a slip of paper. Alex stared at it, not hearing the hasty retreat of his companion.

Call me ;)

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Thomas Jefferson

Alex felt a soft blush rising up his cheeks. Whirling around, he looked to confront the stranger.

He sighed once he noticed he was once again alone. Smiling, he turned back to the cart.

Now his day was going great.

~Thomas...

It was almost painfully amusing, watching the person down the aisle attempt to grab something off the top shelf. Thomas suppressed a small laugh after he failed yet again.

Part of Thomas thought it highly amusing, but part of him also felt it was sad. The latter one in his mind and Thomas watched him struggle again, torn between walking away and offering his assistance. He was, of course, 6'2".

"UGH!" He yelled after his final attempt. Thomas felt a sudden need to approach him. Standing up, Thomas walked towards the man and lighty tapped his shoulder. Startled, he spun around and Thomas got a good veiw of his face.

"Need some help?" He asked. The shorter male stared up at his face with large, chocolate brown eyes and a slightly agape mouth. His pale-ish skin was slightly tanned and framed with raven black, shoulder length hair, and stubble like mine forming a small goatee.

The boy, he noticed, was standing with his back straight- or at least he thought, his green sweatshirt seemed to be a few sizes to big, and hung mid-thigh. His ripped black jeans contrasted perfectly with his green sweatshirt and white converse.

"Escuse me, sir," Thomas cleared his throat, noticing his southern accent slipping through. "Do you need some help?"

"O-oh" He stuttered, blushing. Wether it was from embarrassment or something else, Thomas didn't know. "N-no thanks, I-I got it!"

"Really?" Thomas took a step back, crossing his arms. He had just watched this man try and fail miserably for a solid 5 minutes, and he thought that he could fool Thomas.

"Yeah! See?" He boldly responded, jumping up to grab the cereal box. He, of course, failed again and Thomas couldn't help but slightly chuckle at his attempt.

"S-shut up!" The guy scolded, obviously flustered.

Thomas smiled and rolled his eyes, easily getting the cereal. "Here." He said, handing the box to the stranger. (StRaNgEr DaNgEr-)

"T-thank you."

Thomas smiled softly. "No problem." The boy tossed the box into his cart and started pushing it down the isle. Thomas felt a sense of loss as he started to leave. Suddenly, Thomas felt a rush of courage and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Jotting down his phone number, Thomas tapped the guy on the shoulder yet again, and handing him the paper. "Oh, one more thing!"

Immediately after, Thomas hastily retreated, quickly paying for his groceries then running out of the store.

'I just gave a random stranger my number...' Was all he could think about on the drive home.

~Later that night....

'Ring! Ring!' Thomas sighed, reaching for his abnoxous phone. He stared at the unknown number on his screen.

Thomas almost declined the call, but something made him answer it. Maybe it was that dude he had helped.

"Hello?"

"H-Hi! M-Mr. Jefferson!"

Thomas frowned. "I'm sorry, who is this?"

"Oh! Where are my manners! My name is Alexander Hamilton, sir."

Thomas' brow furrowed. Something about 'Alexanders' voice seemed very familiar. "Excuse me, but how do I know you?"

Alexander seemed to sigh. "It's me, the guy you helped at the store..."

"Oh! Now I remember! Hello, Alexander." Thomas smiled. His assumption was correct.

"Y-you can call me Alex, Mr. Jefferson. And h-hi!"

"Very well, Alex. And please, call me Thomas."

"Alright, Mr. Jeff- Thomas. Alright. Thomas." Alex paused for a second. "Thomas. That's a nice name. I like it."

Thomas laughed. "Why thank you! I like your name as well. Alexander. A pretty name for a pretty boy~"

Thomas grinned at the flustered stuttering from Alex's side of the line. Suddenly, he got an idea. Shifting his position to lying face-down on the couch, he began to speak. "Hey, Alex, do you want to go on a date with me Saturday? Just text me your address and I'll pick you up at 6."

Alex gasped. "Of course! I'll see you at 6, Saturday night."

Alex hung up and both males grinned, letting out a whoop of joy, respectively.

~10 years later.....

"And that," Alex smiled as his husband finished the story, "is how I met your daddy."

"Wow! Daddy, did that really happen?" Philip Jefferson-Hamilton asked, staring up at his two fathers, his sister, Jane Jefferson-Hamilton, at his side.

"Yup! And boy am I glad I couldn't reach that cereal!" Alexander Jefferson-Hamilton laughed, nuzzling into Thomas Jefferson-Hamilton's neck. In response, Thomas kissed his spouse's hair and smiled.

'Who knew giving a stranger my number could lead to a 7-yeatr-long marriage and a happy life with a husband and two adopted children?'