Raise A Glass {Lams}

::Eleven::

"Married?!" shrieked John, his eyes wide as he stared at his two friends. His face split into a grin as he watched the two nod and Lafayette reveal a ring on his finger.

"Well, mon ami," Lafayette said, sheepishly. "Not married yet, it's a promise ring. Herc promised to marry me after graduation zhis year."

John sighed, realizing that this would be their last year here. Memories. Mostly bad ones, but whatever, memories none the less. 

"I'm so happy for you guys," John said. "Should me and Alex leave the apartment tonight or...?"

"Non, non," Lafayette said, waving a hand at John. 

"Yeah, we've got it covered. Angie's letting us use her Dad's extra apartment. She gave us the spare key and told me that if anyone finds out, she'll drag us into the pits of hell with her." Hercules said, chuckling. Hercules and Angie went out in high school, for a few months there, everyone thought they'd elope. Well, that's what every joked about, it's a widely known fact that Angelica Schuyler is way too independent for that. 

John laughed at that now, Angie and Herc being a power couple. They were cute and they might have worked, had it not been for their favorite (fighting) Frenchman, coming out as gay in Junior year of high school. 

Right after that, Hercules broke it off with Angie and started growing much closer to Lafayette than before. Before you know it, they've become inseparable. And the second year of college, they make it official. 

No one knew how Herc broke up with Angelica, but when the two boys announced their relationship, Angie told the story. 

Hercules, apparently, had come to Angie in tears. He started blubbering about how he was secretly pansexual and wasn't in love with Angie anymore and kept apologizing. Angelica comforted him and told him it was okay, making her his ex and the first person he'd come out to. They maintained their close friendship. 

John was happy for his best friends, he really was. 

That night, while Herc and Laf were off doing the dirty, it left John and Alexander alone. 

Alex had run home, arms full of textbooks and papers. He threw himself at his laptop, and within seconds of coming home, John could hear Alex's fingers slamming against the keys. John believes that one day, Alex might set his laptop on fire. 

"Lots of homework, Hamilton?" John asks, leaning against Alex's doorframe. 

"I guess you could say that," Alex said, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his laptop in front of him and his papers spread out next to him. "I call it being productive."

"Mock trial?" John took a guess, judging by the law notes he saw. 

"Yep. Jefferson's back in town," Alex said, more than a hint of disgust upon saying the word 'Jefferson.'

"Really?" John asked, surprised. He thought Jefferson was gone for good. "Why's he appearing two months late?"

"He studied in France for two months, that pretentious asshole," Alexander explained. "He burst into the Law Hall screaming 'Hey y'all, what'd I miss?!' and get this: everybody cheered for him! Like, this annoying dickhead comes barreling into class, halfway through, and people cheer for him?! Society is messed up, man." 

John couldn't help but be amused at Hamilton's melodramatic rant about Thomas. 

"I bet Madison's happy."

"For sure. Thomas waltzed right over to him and sat down on his lap. It was hilarious because Madison was pissed Jefferson hadn't called him almost all summer. So Thomas goes 'aren't you gonna kiss me hello, maddy?' and James said 'where the hell have you been?' and Thomas goes 'Uh...france...?' It was fantastic, James wouldn't kiss him and refused to look him in the eyes. But knowing those two, they're already dry-humping in the Janitors closet. Madison's weak, can't resist Jefferson if he tried."

"Probably," John shrugged. "Has James said anything to Eliza?" He knew Eliza and Madison were good friends, much to Jefferson's dismay, the two were both cinnamon rolls and found friendship in one another. Though, Jefferson would always own Jame's affections. The two were madly in love and everyone knew it. Though both of them failed to admit it. Or at least until Aaron Burr found them making out in their dorm's bathroom. 

"How should I know?" Alexander said. "Eliza won't look my direction, much less talk to me." A person who didn't know Alex would think he's being perfectly casual, but John could hear the layers of hurt in Alex's voice. John bent down in front of Alex and put a hand against his cheek. Running the edge of his thumb over Alex's cheekbone and smiling at him, he said

"It'll all work out, I promise." 

Alex placed his own hand on top of John's and beamed back at the man. 

What were John and Alex?

Neither boys knew, nor knew where to start to decipher their more-than complicatated relationship.

Yet, both knew one thing for certain. They loved having the other in their presence. And they would do anything to keep them there.

"I'll let you get back to work," John said, standing back up. He placed a friendly kiss against Alex's forehead. "Hollar when you want dinner, yeah?"

Alex tried his best not to break into a huge smile, though his body did fail his will. He was grinning like a lovestruck fool, which he supposed he was. "Yeah."