My Hamilton OTP's One-Shots {CLOSED}

#1: Flowers - Jamilton (Fluff)

|Hamilton|

Ring ring!

His alarm wakes him up. And he was back to his routine. A normal day in his normal life.

He gets up, takes a shower, brushes his teeth. Gets dressed, puts his hair up. He feeds his cat and grabs everything he needs before leaving out the door. Like he does, everyday.

"Morning, Mr. Miller."

"Morning kid. Off so early?"

"Wanna get my routes done by two. My dad wants me to visit today."

"Ah. Have a nice day!"

"You too!"

Alexander mounts his bike and starts pedaling quickly. Nodding at people he passes by, waving, and ringing the little bike bell. Ring ring!

When he reaches the little flower shop, he comes to a stop and locks his bike. He walks inside just to see the shop owner, Eliza, opening up. "Hey Eliza! Any deliveries yet?" he asks. "Hey Alex, um yeah. Just three this morning. One moment," Eliza, puts down a box and goes to read the receipts.

"The usual assorted rose bouquet for the little old lady on Drifter Lane. Three dozen assortments for a new customer who lives down the road from my house. I'll give the address. And— oh! It's your lucky day! That cute boy ordered again, the one that lives on the lakeside?"

Alexander blushes and messes with his hair. "O— oh. He must've liked the bouquet last time," he says nervously. "Or he loved the delivery service, hm?" Eliza teases. "J— just give me the basket and the orders so I can go,"Alexander urges her. Eliza rolls her eyes and goes into the back of the shop. She comes back with a basket of flowers and a piece of paper.

"Okay, here are the orders and here is the address for the second order. When you come back I'll have you sweep, do any more deliveries if there are any and then you can just relax."

"Thanks Lizzie. See you soon!"

"Have fun and make time to talk to that cute boy you like."

Alexander blushes more and takes the basket outside. He straps it down to his bike extension and climbs on the bike. Alexander starts pedaling towards the first address he needs to deliver too. A sweet old lady who lives with her husband who surprises her once a week with a bouquet of roses. It warms his heart to see the woman so happy.

He weaves his way through traffic, still in a bright and happy mood. As he gets closer to the first stop, he sees the old woman sitting outside on her porch, taking in the morning. He smiles and rings his bell at her as he pulls his bike into her driveway. The woman immediately opens her eyes and smile.

Alex puts his kickstand down and looks in the flower basket for the rose assortment. When he finds a bundle of pink, red, and white roses he pulls it out and walks over to the porch. "Morning Mrs. Sanchez! I have your roses for you, from your husband," Alex says as he steps up the porch.

"Alexander, dear, thank you so much. You know, I made some coffee and toast if you'd like to grab some and eat."

"Oh I'd love to Mrs. Sanchez, but I have some deliveries to make."

"Well you're in a good mood today. Is it that boy you like again?"

Alexander blushes and silently blames Eliza. "Possibly. Or I could just be happy to see my favorite customer," he says. "Oh please. We both know that your always only this happy to see that boy," she replies. "Right. Well, I have to get going, but it was nice chatting with you! Bye Mrs. Sanchez," he says as he hops off the porch and over to his bike again.

He mounts it once more and starts pedaling towards the next house. He takes the directions to Eliza's house and figures out the address from there, stopping outside of a large family home. He stops the bike and gets off, looking into the basket. He grabs the three dozen assortments and walks up to the door. He rings the doorbell and waits.

An older man answers the door and his age disappears when he smiles. "Oh, the flowers! Honey, the flowers are here! You're pretty early, thank you."

"Yeah, of course. It's my job."

"Ah. This is part of my job. Three girls, 6, 7, and 8. They have a ballet recital today and have been bothering me to come all month."

"Awe, that's sweet. Kids are a joy."

"They have their moments. But um thank you, again. Really."

"No problem sir. Have a great day and have fun at the recital."

"I hope so."

Alexander walks back over to his bike and glances at the last bouquet. He mounts his bike and starts pedaling quickly. He rides his bike through traffic once more. He cuts through a small little park and rides over a bridge, riding along the lakeside. He takes in the view before he rides over a familiar bump and looks up to see a familiar tree. He starts pedaling faster until he reaches it.

Alexander smiles when he spots the boy with his nose in a book and his hair all over the place. He stops his bike and puts his kickstand down, but hesitates to walk over. He leans on his bike and watches him. Seeing how peaceful he looked, he couldn't help how his mind wandered. He leans so much on his bike that he slips and accidentally sets his bike bell off.

The boy looks up from his book to see Alexander struggling and smiles. He gets up, sits his book down, and heads over to him. Alexander stops the bell and huffs. "Stupid bell," he mumbles.

"I personally like the bell."

Alexander's face goes red and stands up straight, holding his bike so it doesn't fall. "T— Thomas I— mm, I mean I like the bell too, but sometimes it just gets annoying and ruins the silence and the moment when— I mean hi."

"Morning to you too, Alex. You're pretty early this time. And you seem to be in a pretty good mood."

"Yeah! I— I'm visiting my parents today. Haven't seen them um since Christmas."

"Oh that's nice. I'm just getting flowers for my momma since I won't be around for mother's day. She's visiting today so."

"Oh that's so sweet! How's treatment going for her?"

"It's going really well. She's up and moving more, she even made breakfast this morning. My sisters were so happy to see her happy."

"Well you tell her I said hi and that I'm glad she's doing well. Oh here's your um—"

Alexander let's go of the bike, momentarily forgetting that the kickstand isn't down anymore, but luckily Thomas stops it from falling. He looks in the basket and grabs the last bouquet from the fake flowers Eliza uses to decorate the basket. He hands them to Thomas and grabs hold of his bike again.

"Oh they're perfect. Momma's definitely gonna love them. Thank you so much."

"Anything, really. How's break going for you?"

"Same old, same old. I mostly spend my time catching up on reading. You're taking debate next semester, right?"

"Yeah, I am. Kind of competitive."

"I know. I guess I'll see you there."

"Yeah, I guess so.."

Thomas looks down at his bouquet and picks a bright sunflower from it. Alexander looks at him confused and blushes when he tucks the sunflower behind his ear and in his hair. Thomas smiles and Alexander simply freezes.

"S— sorry, I should've asked, but I reckon you deliver and sell a bunch of flowers on the daily. I always wonder though, if you even receive any flowers from anyone."

Alexander's throat goes dry and his palms get sweaty. His face is noticeably red and if he doesn't move he might explode like the fireworks in his stomach. So, in a swift movement, he kisses Thomas, tightly gripping on his bike handle bars to keep himself steady.

It lasts only for a second before he pulls away and faster than the kiss, he hops on his bike and quickly pedals away in embarrassment. Thomas watches him go, blushing red and frozen in place. And then he smiles.

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