This is now just an angst war. L puts my characters through pain, Imma put hers and mine and Lin's in pain. There's no turning back anymore. Wish me luck. Also, in case you don't read the main story, Jenna is Theodosia. Oh, and this will be really sad and there's gun violence. And death. Be careful reading. -C
If Aaron had known, he would have enjoyed the moment a lot more. Instead, all of them are goofing around and acting like complete idiots. They continue goofing around, nudging each other and pecking on each other's cheek. Aaron, however, is leaning over his work and desperately trying to finish his homework. He's worried about it, to be completely honest. If he doesn't finish the essay after all, he might just kicked out of school. Okay, Aaron is exaggerating slightly.
But, he still is worried about it.
"Come on, Aaron. We could go dance..." Jenna makes a motion that suggests exactly that.
Peggy makes a whining noise. "Puh-lease?"
"I have to finish this," he murmurs under his breath. After a few minutes of just arguing back and forth, Jenna agrees to just leave. She starts dancing with Angelica, light and blithe.
When he finishes it, he takes a video of all of them dancing. He gets Hercules and Laf, dancing in a way that's almost inappropriate. He has the elegant swing of Maria and Eliza. He has the bounces of Peggy, solo dancing, and the moves that are close to spasms from John and Alex. Thomas and James waltz, like always, making everyone seem bad. His camera keeps wandering back to Jenna though.
He snaps it close after awhile.
Alex and him are working on a paper together. "Alexander, you can't just keep adding more and more words to this and hoping that I don't notice."
"Why not?" Alex whines, letting his lower lip tremble slightly. "Everyone knows that you don't say enough. I can barely even tell who you're trying to convict as guilty! It's so...Ugh! Become a better writer, Burr!"
"Oh yeah?" Aaron baits, smiling ever so slightly.
He bobbles his head up and down, trying his very hardest to make the younger man understand. "If you don't express an opinion, you're gonna...There's going to be serious consequences in the end!"
"I don't want to be condescending, but I'm not entirely sure if the words coming from your mouth are accurate." He smugly smiles at Alex.
Alex looks like he's about to leap across the table or at least rip the paper in half. True to his own form, he clambers upon the table and starts ranting about all of the reasons that Aaron is wrong. The younger man tunes out for a few seconds, not sure how his lack of opinions lead to his relationship with Jenna to not being able to dance. Then again, this just seems to be a list of all of the things they have ever argued about, thrown back in his face. Aaron doesn't care to rehash all of those old memories.
A few moments pass, and Alexander doesn't seem to be stopping. He just keeps ranting. Aaron hangs his head. "Sweet Jesus."
"Excuse me?" scoffs Alex, crossing his arms slightly.
In response, Aaron smirks. "You are excused, good sir!"
"Why, you little-"
Alexander's phone starts going off. You can tell because only Alex would like loud rap songs with cuss words in a public space. It's John's number. John, Alex's boyfriend who's off in South Carolina for the weekend. Both Alex and Aaron jump. Then, they make eye contact.
The two of them dive for the phone, and Aaron barely wins. Answering quickly and breathlessly, he waits. "Hello?"
"Is this Alexander Hamilton?" a ragged voice breathes, sounding upset.
