Alexander Hamilton received his first arm drawing when he was 5 years old. It was a picture of a smiling turtle, a little sloppily drawn, but it was cute and comforting to Alex, knowing that somewhere...he had a soulmate. And now, he knew, that soulmate liked turtles!
John Laurens received his first drawing on his wrist when he was 6. It was a watch, drawn on in pen. It stayed for quite awhile, almost a week, before he supposed it was washed completely off of his soulmates wrist.
Alexander Hamilton only got more drawings from then on. Turtles, hearts, the name "John" in fancy letters. Whenever Alex noticed there was another one on his body, he'd always smile. His soulmate was a good artist.
John Laurens only got a few actual drawings. Most of them were ink stains on his body. He assumed that his soulmate wrote a lot, because they were always getting pen on themselves. It was kind of funny to John, really, his soulmate was not the neatest person.
As the years ticked by, the less drawings each boy received. But Alex was always happy when he got the occasional doodle on his arm or a note that said "research paper due monday!"
For awhile, all was pretty quiet with his soulmate and John began to worry. That was, until, John was a Sophomore. He began to get really long notes, written up and down both his arms. They read all sorts of things. Most of them were notes about laws. Others were "Jefferson is an asshole but his debate points are incorrect. The Whiskey Act was good, the taxes were supposed to help the country. If it had been executed better, we would have...." and it went on, ranting about Jefferson and historical events. John laughed when he read these, whoever this 'Jefferson' was, his soulmate hated him with a passion.
One day, Alex was scribbling down his notes in his law class with Washington, when he felt a familiar tingle on his arm, signaling another drawing/message from his soulmate. He hoped it was another turtle drawing, he hadn't seen one of those in months.
What he saw was much better.
It was a message...to him, reading "hey soulmate, just so you know, you need to stop writing on ur arms so late at night, u must be rlly tired and btw Jefferson does sound like an asshole, you should bring up how not engaging in a war w france helped the economy, but u probably already did that, u seem smart and idk shit about history. -j.lau"
Hamilton grinned, reading the message and immediately wrote back. "srry, but sleep is for the weak. and yeah. i did bring up that point, but thanks anyways! -a.ham"
The messages continued, back and forth through the months until one fateful day.
Hamilton rushed into the local coffee shop. He ordered a black coffee and sat down with his laptop, stealing a few glances at the cute boy behind the register. He had curly hair and freckles and looked like he had stars in his eyes.
Alex began to frantically type when he felt a note coming on on his arm. He pulled up his sleeves and looked at it.
"hey a.ham some rlly cute boy is sitting in the coffee shop i work at. he's got the nicest eyes i think he's studying law, do u know him?"
Alex looked up to see the coffee boy, his arm spread out in front of him.
"by any chance, j.lau...do u work in Boston Coffee Party?"
"yeah.... why?"
"i dont want to get my hopes up, but that cute boy may be me."
John gasped, looking up. The two boys locked eye contact and Alex rushed up to the counter and yanked at John's arm. He read his own handwriting and letters, scattered over John's skin.
"Can you draw me more turtles, please?"
did i do it right? idk if this is what u asked for but i tried my best!!
