Abhorrence // Jamilton

one

"While you were in Monticello you should've taken the time to pull that stick out of your ass!" Hamilton yelled, slamming his hands down on his desk.

"Me? Your the fucking dipshit who cheated on your god damn wife!" Jefferson tauntered back, which caused hamilton to growl. Infuriated.

The 2 didn't always hate each other.. they liked each other for a good 2 seconds at the begginning When Jefferson first arrived home from France, he was met with Madison... good friend of his, who informed him on the horrendous finicial plan a man called Alexander Hamilton was trying to confer to congress.

"Oh he cant be that bad James..." Jefferson smiled, looking over at his friend raising an eyebrow, blindly opening the door of the drivers seat.

"He may seem nice but once you hear his voice youll regret even looking at him!" Madison exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis.

Jefferson rolled his eyes, stepping out the car and walking in front of the large building. His feet adjusting a top of the American Soil. looking up, he locked eyes with he assumed to be Alexander.

"You must be Thomas Jefferson!" The short man in front of him exlcalimed, taking Jeffersons hand and shaking it civilly. His pupils kindhearted and attentive.

Well he looks amiable. Jefferson thought, returning a smile and introducing himself.

It wasnt until later that Jefferson was ready to rip out the throat of his aqquantice. Call what you want hate, dislike, loathing, destetion, whatever it may be. but Jefferson knew a friendship wouldnt last with a person so full of themselves.

"Oh you didnt..." Hamilton snarled
rising from his seat.

"Oh but I did." Jefferson smirked, rising as well and crossing his arms over his chest triumphantly. A snarky smile planted on his lips.

Hamilton rushed across the side of the room yanking Jefferson out of his seat by his magenta coat collar. Hamilton still huffing out of breath as he brought Jeffersons face closer to his.

"Don't think I won't fucking hit you, Thomas."

"Try me, Alexander."

"Hey, HEY!" Washington screamed, jumping up from his seat and walking over to the two. A very unpleasent look drawn over his face. As washington was upon arrival, the 2 rivalries shared the same aghast expression. Hamilton, looked down at his hands and realized he was holding Jefferson into his grip still very stiffly. Letting his knuckles grow less tense, he stroked his hands down Jefferson's shirt unwrinkling the fabric creases he had just made on impact. Jefferson felt the touch of a soft hand onward his chest. Looking down, Jefferson flinched back, shoving the green suited man away from him. Giving him a look as if saying 'what the fuck'. Hamilton's face grew red, in anger and well, because his opponet had ust found him trailing his fingers across his torso. Of course though, Hamilton wasnt doing it in admiration more so in a frienly...er not even friendly.. polite manner.

After Washington let out a long, tired, sigh he took Jeffersons trembling hand and gave it a firm shake, "Youre dismissed, Jefferson."

Jefferson marched out of the room after replying with a quiet, nearly inaudible thank you. Hamiltons eyes trailed behind Washington, staring the back of Jefferson as if the back torso of his opponet was going to be scared of the deathly glare Hamilton was giving.

"...and as for you Hamilton." Washington began, rubbing his forehead as if looking at the man in front of him gave him a major insuffering headache.

"My greatest apoligies, Sir." The smaller man confessed, peeking up at Washington upon seeing the eternal rest in his eyes, Hamilton quickly let his eyes slip back down to the floor.

Long silence followed them.. and when i say long... i mean long.

"Were you actually going to hit him?" Washington finally spoke, genuinly cursious if the senate would act upon his declare.

"What?! No!" Hamilton replied, degesivly tainting his voice. He loved annoying the fuck out of Jefferson, and pushing his buttons with a passion. It had never gotten physical beteween the two but that didnt mean it wasnt going to happen. As Hamilton fidgted with his hands he felt his breath hitch in the mean time Washington was staring him down. The lie in Hamiltons voice was hard to miss. You had to try to get past the anger leaving his throat.

"Hamilton, Please no more of this. Your quarry with Jefferson has gone on for long enough. I cant have my two Senates leaving there offices irate because of something that was said during a cabinet meeting.

The fellow american was tentative to answer, as if he didnt have an answer, well he probably did. Most likely one about how Jefferson was just being an' insufferable prick', or a 'incompetent ass who in best regards should turn back and hightail himself to France' but, no, hamilton shut his mouth, only mumbling a quiet yes sir, though it came out more as a 'mmffh' sound.

"Youre dismissed, Alexander..and please do me a favor? Get some rest tonight?" Washington announced, taking his own belongings and walked out the room door...his footsteps ringing through the hallways. it was quiet, unusual.

Hamilton shuffled himself down the hallway, his legs dragging over the fuzzy carpet as he read the names of his fellow staff members.

Burr, Madison, and everyone's favirote. Jefferson.

While alexander scoffs, he turns his eyes slightly to look through the door window of the senators room. Agog to what the man was doing that was so quiet.

Jefferson was lying his head down on his desk. His fingers numbly tapping over a water bottle cap in a rythm. Hearing the hinges of the door opening Jefferson groaned, his dark eyes fluttering open. Though, ignoring the civilian who had just entered [that Jefferson was oblivious to] he turned his head away resting it on his arm.

"I'm just taking a break." Jefferson grumbled. Closing his eyes again and adjusting himself more comfortably in his chair. Hearing the door close again, though gentle this time, Jefferson began to wonder whom had come to the door? Washington would've sent him home if he found him sleeping on the job, Alex would have pushed him out of the seat, Burr never visits Jefferson (Only for buisness reasons) and Madison would kindly guide Jefferson back home. So could it have been?

Maybe another staff member whose name slipped his mind.

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!! Did you guys like it? Chapter 2 will be more interesting, this is just a bit of an introduction to there conflicts.