Hamilton/Washingdad One-shots

Misplaced

(Sibling AU)

It was midday on a Saturday afternoon, and around this time, a fifteen-year-old Aaron Burr could be seen going through a box of his 'old' books in his shared room. He typically called them old as it was a couple that he had brought with him from his "uncles" place.

There were quite a few that were in there but he was only looking for a singular one, the name he couldn't remember but he could vaguely remember what the cover looked like. He could be seen looking at the books and throwing them to the side one he realizes it wasn't the one he was looking for.

He had been at this for the past half hour before eventually letting out an exasperated sigh once he finished going through the box. He stood, looking around the room, questioning if he could've placed it elsewhere. He glanced over to the now bear bookshelf which had been the first place he checked.

He thought over what he had done with the books before remembering that a couple months ago he had allowed everyone to go through his things and take what they liked. That may not have been the smartest of things to do, but he was cleaning his half of the room and wanted to get rid of a few things. He lost two jumpers, a couple books, and a hoodie that day. Funny thing is that he had no intention of getting rid of any of those but had decided not to comment on it.

Then he thought back to the books and who had taken them, he remembers distinctly Thomas and Alex both getting their fair share and retreating to their rooms. Considering him and Alex shared a room, he was sure that Thomas must've had it.

He let out a sigh glancing around the room once and groaning at the thought of having to clean everything up. He quickly pushed that to the back of his head and walked out the door, he turned to the right and made his way down the hall, stopping in front of Thomas and Gilberts room.

He knocked on the door a bit, waiting for either to answer. On the other side of the door came a muddled 'Yes?' and Burr took that as his invitation to enter. He opened the door and stayed at the door frame, looking around a bit. The only one in there was Thomas, who was in the process of going through his closet.

"Hey. I was looking for one of my books and I think you might've taken it a couple months ago." By now, the other had two shirts in their hands silently questioning why they were both the same colour: answering Burr's question. "Should be on the bedside table. Don't touch anything else."

He hummed in response, pushing himself off the doorframe and making his way towards Thomas' side table, noticing that, besides a lamp and his phone, the only other things there were countless books. Some of which he had never even seen until then. He scanned the covers, hands clasped behind his back before eventually finding what he was looking for.

Burr carefully grabbed it from the pile, trying not to knock anything down in the process. After successfully doing so, he said a quick thanks to Thomas, closing the door on his way out.

He was making his way over to the living room, just planning to read it on the couch and clean up his room later. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

He opened the book to the first page, only to find several pencil markings staining the page. It wasn't just markings either, it was a critique of the book, which would've been interesting if he hadn't planned to read it. He raised an eyebrow at what was written and stopped in his tracks. He began to flip through the book, finding random comments on almost every page, minus a couple pages here and there.

"Why on earth would anyone do this? What?" He mumbled to himself. Scoffing, he turned on his heel and made his way back to Thomas' room, not bothering to knock before letting himself in.

He was met with Jefferson, who was sat on his bed, looking at him expectantly. "What is it you need this time?"

Burr simply made his way over to the other, handing him back the book with the following words, "You can have it back, I don't- I don't want to read it anymore." The statement left Thomas with a confused expression. "Why? Don't you think it would be a good book?"

He shook his head, "It's probably a great book, but I cannot handle the amount of writing there is on each page."

"But I thought-"

"I'll be taking my leave now, goodbye!" Burr cut him off, not exactly wanting to hear his reasoning as he left their room and headed towards his own. He would just clean it earlier than expected.

AHHH, I am so sorry for the wait. I was supposed to publish this and others ages ago but Wattpad wouldn't let me. I also apologize for this being absolutely terrible.