I Can't Ignore It {Lams FanFic}

Chapter One

Ever since I can remember, I was always able to see the strings. Memories from my childhood remind me of that. I would try to rip it off, tear it off even bite it off. However, with all my (Failed) attempts, I learned quickly that the string was here to stay.It would drag on the floor next to me whenever I would get up in the twilight and it would fallow me everywhere I went. As I grew, it grew with me. When I was about the age of fourteen, it wouldn't drag anymore, just hang down next to me.

If you haven't picked up on it by now, this string I am talking about goes by the name of The Red String Of Fate. It connects everyone with this crimson string that wraps it's ends around two people who are destined to fall in love. Just for an example, my parents also have strings, and the string connects them together. That's how I know they are soul mates for each other. I can't explain how I knew this is how the string worked because I never knew quite what it was myself. I had heard rumors, but that was all.

I saw everyone's string. I even saw my own as I already mentioned before. Although the string was an amazing thing, it was also a ghastly thing. I would meet a girl, and I would always think she was the one for me, she was connected to me. However, when I looked down at her hands, her string would lead somewhere else. This is why I avoided dating. It got to the point where I hated the string. I just wanted to feel normal. 

That is where the black string comes in, however. When I first saw a black string, I was seven. I was at the park with some friends, when I noticed a woman crying. I tried to ignore her and resume my game of four square, but her sobs would sound the whole play ground. I turned my head to see her hands sprawled out against her face, her messy dirty blonde hair flowing over them. However something in that moment didn't seem right to me, and it didn't occur to me until I took a closer look at her hands.

A loose black string flowed down from her pinky. It acted almost baggy, and looked droopy. I was scared when I first saw it. It took me aback. I stared at it longer. I tried to see where it went, but the distance between her and what I assumed her soul mate was to far away. The only other thing I remember from that moment was the ball in which we were playing four square hit me, and I stumbled back. My friends laughed, and I tried my best to ignore the lady.

I searched the web, but found nothing on a black string. Even if I did, why should I trust the internet? I had, and I still have no idea what that black string meant. I see people with black strings every so often. It's not the happiest thing to see. As I child, I came up with the idea that the black string meant that the couple were no longer soul mates, that they suffered a bad break up or marriage. That is what I stuck with my whole life. I made sense after all. All this was things I shouldn't be thinking about, I should actually be focusing on the teacher-

"Mr. Lauren's?!" I flinched at the sound of my college professor (Mr. Washington) interrupting his lesson in law just to call me out. I cleared my throat and faced him.   

"Yes, sir?" I asked nervously. I heard a faint giggle spread across the room before Mr. Washington let out a big 'SHHHH' and continued to lecture me.

"Can you please tell me what happened on July 9th, 1868? If you can get this right you can continue staring out the window." He smiled, no he smirked. The class fell silent. I could already hear the taunts that would me made at me in the hallway after this. However, all that would be put aside if I could get this right. I started to flip through me notes when Mr. Washington stopped me. "With out your notes Mr. Lauren's." As I tried to recite my notes in my head, I saw a few student placing bets behind me. They giggled. I started to get angry. That's when it clicked.

"Yes Mr. Washington! That was the 15th amendment! This particular amendment would make it so every person born in the United States would be naturalized or in other words be automatically made a US citizen." I stood their proudly, happy with my work. I gave myself a pat on the back and sat back down confidently. Mr. Washington walked up the stairs and over to the desk I was sitting at. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me smile.

"Very well done son," The class was shocked. I felt happier than I had felt in a long time. "However, that was wrong." He gave me a smirk. My face flushed red. I messed up. The class broke out into laughter. Mr. Washington walked away and back to his desk. "Can someone tell me what it really was?" I slammed my head on my desk, and pulled my hood over my head. I felt papers hit my back. I peeked up from my hoodie and saw a crumpled ball of paper bounce off my back, and land next to another one which was also just thrown.

Slowly I picked them up at started reading them. Both of them said the same thing. 'Your an idiot. Kill yourself.' I felt tears coming in my eyes. I turned around to see a frizzy haired man and another man who looked bigger than the other giggling. I felt my lips start to quiver. This always happened to me.

"Well?!" Mr. Washington repeated. As I stared back at the laughing men, a hand shot up from the back. "Ah, your a new student correct? Go on then." The whole class waited for an answer from the new student.

"It was the 14th amendment, sir." A smaller man stood up, confident with his answer, but not to cocky about ti like how I was. He didn't even look at anyone, I don't think he wanted to. He wore a white tee-shirt, with jeans. Sitting next to him, was a book bag the size of sea world and a brown trench coat. He had long black hair, that was held in a pony tail. He didn't seem to look like he came from the United states either.

"Very well done, er..."

"Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton."

"Well done son! Keep this up and you might achieve great things some day." Alexander didn't even smile at his words, however the word son seemed to bother him. He sat down and he faced the front. Class went on, until the bell rang. By the time class had ended, I received 15 messages from the two men sitting behind me. I got up to leave when all of a sudden Mr. Washington called out to me. 

"John, Alex, come join me down here please." I let out a sigh and lazily made my way down to Mr. Washington. He gave me a warm smile, and Alex also made his way down. When he stood next to me, I was at least a foot or two taller them him. He was so small. "I'm sure you two both know each others names already. Well, Alex I want you to tutor John. He is behind in almost..." Mr. Washington cleared his throat. "All of his classes." I looked down shamefully. "Would that be alright?" He asked. It took Alex a minute to respond. 

"Of course sir. Will I get extra credit for this?" I almost couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. He didn't even want to do it. He just wanted extra credit. No one wants to hang out with me if there isn't something in it for them.

"No, I am sorry. Do you still want to do it?" Mr. Washington and I waited for what felt like ages. I was ready for his answer, I didn't really want to tutor anyway. 

"Yes." Alex replied. I looked up at him, who wasn't even looking at me. He was focused on Mr. Washington. Mr. Washington smiled and looked at me.

"Okay you two, you will need to figure out everything from there." And with that, Mr. Washington left the room. I was in shock. Alex turned to face me. He stuck out his right hand and smiled.

"Hi I am Alexander Hamilton." I also gave him a smile.

"John, John Lauren's." I flashed him my teeth before I went to shake his hand. I stopped choking on my words, which I didn't even realize I was saying. His pinky... Trailing down his pinky was a red string that dangled down  a foot or two before connecting to mine. He was connected to the other half of my string. 

(This is for you Joy Butt)