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Thomas Jefferson's Pov (fun fact dis man didn't have a middle name)

I stand, watching Alexander walks away. I'm not cold, if anything I'm warm, but I couldn't move. I was frozen in place. 

"H-he... hugged me...", I stuttered, "I..*sigh*....ignore it, Thomas, he'll forget about you now that he has his friends back."

I look across the schoolyard, "Tom!", James jogged over to me, "What did Hamilton want?". 

I snapped back to reality, "Uh.. just helped him with his friends". James look confused, 

"You helping Hamilton? Don't make me laugh Tom", James chuckled, "There is nothing that could ever help that poor idiot." 

"Don't say that", I grabbed his sleeve, "You know nothing about him. Nothing!", I shouted. 

"Well sorry... didn't know you cared for that wh*re's son", He tugged his arm free, "So are you with us or with Hamilton? Don't forget what we know." James straightens his jacket, walking off. 

"Wait... I'm sorry Jamie. I'm just tired, I helped Hamilton study earlier. How's your arm?", I ask, noticing his sling, "Oh gosh is it broken?". I jog up to him. 

He shrugs, "It's not broken. Just a little sore", He looks at me through his eyelashes, "Thanks for asking Tom.". He smiles shyly. I gently shove him, "let's head to class". 

Alex's POV

I held my breath till I got to my dorm. I can't believe I just did that to him. He is going to hold that over my head forever. I lead against my door, "Crap". My laptop dings, causing me to slightly panic. It's a chat from John. 

TurtlesAreLife: Hey Alex. I'm so sorry for believing you could ever do something so vile and evil. I don't know how you forgave us so easily. But do you want to hang out sometime? I miss you. 

A big grin tugged at my lips, although I was hesitant to respond. John was right, I didn't forgive them easily. Was I a pushover? 

HamALam: Hii John. I think I'm just happy to have you back. I miss you too, we def gonna hang out. 

BaguetteAn'Butter: T'es une merde! 

CorsetedHorses: How dare you! I don't know what Laffy said but I agree with them! (welcome to Laf being non-binary)

HamALam: ah shit. Of course, I miss yall. And how the hell do you not know french? Laf is you're best friend. 

BaguetteAn'Butter: C'est parce qu'il est paresseux et peu sophistiqué

CorestedHorses: I AGREE WITH LAFFY AGAIN! And get off my case ALexAnDEr. 

HamALam: HAHAHAH 

TurtlesAreLife: Herc you are truly stupid. 

CorestedHorses: FUCK! What did I just agree with?

HamALam: That you are lazy and unsophisticated. 

CorestedHorses: Laf you are so dead after class. 

TurtlesAreLife: Y'all are too much. 

BaguetteAn'Butter: "Y'all" isn't a word. 

TurtlesAreLife Has Left the Chat. 

BaguetteAn'Butter: Wha? What I say?

I roll my eyes, chuckling at Laf's poor attempt to be innocent. 

CorestedHorses: CLASS IS OVER! IM COMING FOR YOU LAF

HamALam: U better run Lafayette. 

BaguetteAn'Butter: or hide. Bye Hammy, great to have you back!

I laugh as I can just barely hear Laf shouted down the hallway. Smiling, I look over our talk. Man, I missed these guys. I walk over to my mini-fridge to get a soda. 

*Knock Knock*

"Coming!", I walk to the door, popping it open. Thomas.

"Heyo Alex", Thomas has a goofy grin on his face. Should I be scared?

"Thomas! Come on in!", I take a sip of my drink, sliding to the side. Thomas walks in, sitting down on the couch. I join him, sitting cross-legged leaning against the couch arm. 

"So you got your friends back?", He half smirks, Thomas seems happy but his eyes tend to show something else. Something suppressed. 

"Yeah", I turn my laptop towards him, showing the chat, "Want anything to drink?". He nods. I guess he'll drink anything? 

"Weren't they in class?", He takes the soda from my hand, I shrug. "They wonder why they are so stupid sometimes". I sip my soda, closing my laptop. 

"Argh!", I look up to see Thomas struggling with the pop-top on the can. "Need help?" I giggled slightly. 

"Stop laughing. Just open it.", He annoyingly holds the can to me. 

"Alright alright. Don't get all fussy.", I pop the can open, "here". 

I give it back to him. But he just stares at me, as if searching my eyes. I held it closer to his face, he still watched me intently. I felt my face heat up, quick do something before you can't take this back! I push the soda to his lips, tilting as if to pour it. He reaches up, placing his hand on mine. CRAP! I quickly flip the soda over, dumping its contents all over Thomas. He snaps out of his trance, 

"ALEX!", Thomas jumps up, I curl over laughing so hard I'm crying. He looks pissed, some soda dripping from his hair down his face, his shirt drenched in soda. Oh shit no. I mentally face plant. A see-through shirt makes me blush more not less. Thomas storms to the little kitchen area. I'm still laughing so I don't notice him grabbing another soda and opening it until I feel cold liquid drain down my head. I scream, turning around to see a smirking Thomas with a crushed soda can. Obviously, this caused an all-out soda war. Currently, Thomas was winning. Things were jokes until my history book got soda on it. I fumed and the fear showed in his eyes. I was attempting to get his hair which he adores so much. The height difference was hurting me. 

I was standing on the couch opening a new can when suddenly we heard keys rattling outside the door. Burr. This distracted Thomas enough for me to jump onto him, causing him to fall over. The soda was open, I pinned him, it was my time. Thomas looked back at me, "Alex! Please No! I'm sorry!". I grin evilly, my wrist bends the soda pours out. Thomas screams. I roll off him, "Got you bitch!" Thomas sits up slapping my shoulder. 

"Wha-", Burr is standing with his keys in his hand and a look of fear, "Is...everything okay?". Oh shit, he thought I was hurting Thomas. 

"Did you think I was hurting Thomas?", I chuckle. 

Thomas stands up, stomping, "I'm clearly hurt! Look at my hair!", He pouts as Burr just rolls his eyes chuckling, stepping towards his room.

"Just clean this up Alexander", Burr called as he closed the door. I still lay on my back on the floor, propping myself up with my elbows. Thomas glares at me as he sits down next to me. 

"I hate you.", He mutters loud enough for me to hear. 

"I know you do", I stand up, Thomas jumping up with me. I meant that as a joke but I think Thomas didn't because his eyes widen, grabbing my hand. 

"Thom-" "Shh", I eye him confused. He bits his lip, "You know I don't hate you, Alexander. You know that right?". I pulled away, shrugging. 

"Wait Alex", He sighs. Does he look guilty? Oh crap...

"Thomas, relax I'm just fuckin with you. I know you don't", I reassuringly place my hand on his shoulder. He breathes out, closing his eyes for a second. 

"Whoa.." I whisper. I never noticed how much his eyes shine and captivate until you can't see them. With his eyes closed, you can see the very small freckles on his cheeks smothered by the slight natural pink blush. You can see his plush, muted-pink lips. You can see his sharp cheekbones and sleek jawline, enveloped by his lush curls. My eyes trail to his dark brown orbs that hide so much. Wait... his eyes are open. SHIT!  I notice him flush, an evil grin creeps onto my face. I slyly bite my lip, glancing between his lips and back to his eyes. I give him a side smirk, leaning closer to Thomas. 

Thomas flushes a deeper red, I bit my lip more, keeping eye contact the whole time. I cautiously put my left hand on his waist, pulling him close. 

"Alex..", Thomas barely whispers. His eyes watching mine, flickering from my eyes to my lips. His lips part ever so slightly. 

"Thomas.", I feel breathless. We are so close, I don't even know what to do. I was just teasing him. It didn't mean anything. But now it might mean something, oh my god what the fuck do I do? I can't think clearly, he's too close my thoughts are foggy. 

I should pull away before something happens I think, but my brain doesn't act soon enough and my body moves instinctively. My right arm wraps around him, his left mimics. Shit, I've really done it now, I'm trapped. His right-hand cups my cheek, holding my face up. My skin burns under his touch, an odd yearning feeling boils in my stomach. I lean my face closer to his, he automatically closes his eyes. I take a shaky breath, squeezing my eyes shut, I close the distance between us. My heart explodes, fireworks go off in my head. Our lips move in sync, my hand reaches up tangling itself in his thick curls. 

We pull away breathless, arms wrapped around each other's necks. I glance back at his eyes, "T-Thomas?.."

EEEE I DIDNT KNOW WHERE TO END IT BUTTTT WHAT YA THINK GONNA HAPPEN NOW? I LOVE YALL AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR 300+ READS.