Storm Drains

I'll Teach You How To Be Alright

Hello~ Are you aware I'm making history? This is the first fanfiction I've written on this site for the American Musical Hamilton, so please enjoy!

A few translations in french, bear with me, I used the only hope (and sometimes gods-awful) Google Translate; They'll be at the end.

Btw, History isn't a hundred percent correct in this story, but neither is the musical so #dealwithit

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Once Alexander left his home, Aaron wasn't expecting him back so quickly.

The two had been living together at 115 Central Park West since high school, and now that they were both reaching their last year of law school, Alexander decided it was high time he moved out and lived somewhere else in the city. He had been working non-stop, taking odd jobs around the city.

With Hamilton leaving the apartment complex more, Burr felt that the house seemed bigger on the inside without his loud, boisterous roommate. It was lonely almost. He rarely saw Alexander anymore. There were random occasions where he would happen to spot him, usually at night, either leaving or returning from his second jobs or working on law firms in the study. Sometimes he'd even be looking for another place if his Fast-Track mind decided to change up his living quarters. One day Hamilton thought of somewhere in Upper Manhattan, the next, down to the Bronx.

Burr didn't exactly think he would really move out, considering how he couldn't exactly decide on a place. And yet, running on sheer determination and two hours of sleep, he did  was hauling his things out and into a U-Haul truck. Once he left, Aaron felt a hole in his heart. As if he left something behind...

The household was definitely calmer as the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Sure, the two still met up when they had time, but it didn't feel the same to Burr. Sometimes he ran into Hamilton on the street, sometimes he just fell on Aaron's doorstep.

Which was exactly what happened today.

Burr had been reading City of Bones by Cassandra Clare, which was shaping up to be a good book. He'd have to take a look into the rest of the series later. He had just got to the final fight of the book when he heard three quick raps on his door.

He put the book down, knowing just who it was. Walking to the door, he was shocked by how dark it was in his home; when did it get so late outside?

He unlocked the door to find Alexander Hamilton himself, panting heavily. Aaron's gaze shifted to one of concern. Hamilton was a mess, hair wild, his eyes wide and dilated.

"Alexander, what are-" He started, but didn't get to finish his question as he was pulled into a bone-crushing embrace. Warning signs were going off in his head; Alexander's breathing was erratic, and his shirt was wet.

"Please, help me." Aaron's attention was snapped back to the grown man latching onto him and ushered him inside. It was only once inside where Aaron began to piece together what was wrong, the sudden darkness, the pitter patter of the rain hitting against his windows.

As a native of St. Kitts and Nevis, hurricane season was the norm during the summer. But ever since a hurricane gave his mother a fatal illness, Alexander had always had a phobia. It usually just made him paranoid, but his anxiety only reached panic levels when-

"A squall is coming, isn't it?" Aaron asked, realization dawning on him. Alexander simply nodded, and Burr felt a stab of pity for him as he watched Hamilton try to calm down.

"Alright Alexander, go change your clothes, you can borrow mine. I'll go make you a coffe. Decaffeinated." He said, adding the last bit, because the last thing he needed was to take care of Alexander with extra adrenaline running through him like a live wire.