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Chapter Songs: The entire first act of the play Hamilton

Cole's POV:

I glanced down at Delia who was asleep on my shoulder. She had pulled her hair back into a bun revealing her face as she slept. Her cheek was pressed against my shoulder, smushing it in a way so that her full lips parted. She had her legs crossed as the rest of her body partially turned towards me. I couldn't help myself. I reached up slowly, gently pushing her hair away from her face before pressing my lips to her forehead. She was absolutely precious. I couldn't help but smile down at her and her small hand that was engulfed in mine. My fingers had continuously slid over the ring on her left ring finger. It was all real. The entire trip was real. I glanced down at her other hand that was engulfed in Dylan's. I wasn't going to pry them apart. They really were best friends at the end of the day, and I knew how much those Hamilton tickets meant to her and to Dylan. I fully recognized that Hamilton didn't belong to me and Delia. It definitely belonged to her and Dylan. They would sing it to each other in the kitchen and he would do his best impression of Mulligan by pretend to smash down the door.

The one thing I wouldn't forget was that one time I misheard the lyrics multiple times. The first time the words were "Phillip Schuyler, the man is loaded", but I heard "Phillip Schuyler, the man exploded". Dylan never let that one go. He fell down to the floor every time he sang it now. There was also the time where the song was talking about a spy on the inside and I swore I heard "Hercules Muffin Man". Dylan didn't let that go either and instantly after that, Delia quickly said, "Hercules? I think you mean Hunkules. I'd love to make some sweet music-". She was clearly quoting the Disney Hercules movie, but neither one of them had let that go either. It was quite funny hearing them screech Hunkles Muffin Man at the top of their lungs every time. I laughed it off, of course, but I knew that honestly, the play wasn't mine to go to.

I glanced over at Dylan. He was leaning against the window, looking out at the passing clouds. He was starting to doze off as I watched him. I glanced down at their hands again. His thumb was gently grazing over the back of her hand. They were like an extreme form of best friends, and I was fully ready to deal with it for the rest of my life. I coughed slightly, causing him to slowly turn his head to look at me. We made eye contact for a moment before I mouthed a small thank you. He gave me a soft smile before giving a half asleep nod. We just stared at each other for a moment before I whispered to him.

"Dylan, if you want to go with her to see Hamilton, you can. I think she would appreciate it more if you went with her instead of me, someone that enjoys it as much as she does." He just stared at me for a second. He seemed to be almost squinting at me as he tried to comprehend.

"Are you sure?" he whispered back slowly as the sun started to fade through the window. I nodded back slowly, careful not to wake her. He gave back a large sleepy smile as he mouthed a thank you. He stroked the back of her hand again gently. We seemed to both look down at her small sleeping figure at the same time. She had a whole new level of happiness coming to her tomorrow night.

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Delia's POV:

I frowned at the thought of Cole as he sat his computer typing out a rigorous email. The play started in forty-five minutes and he wasn't even concerned about getting ready when I left. He had insisted that he would just meet me there. I wasn't going to hide my unhappiness at this remark. This night was a really big night for me, and he was practically brushing me off over it. He said he'd meet me there with the tickets, and I had left in a clearly upset manner. He hadn't even said anything. I was sitting just inside the lobby by myself in a dark lace dress and black heels, people moving around me. I sat by myself frowning as I stared at my phone, staring at the time, waiting for a phone call of arrival that I felt wouldn't come. I wanted to trust that he was coming, but the lack of concern from him had me questioning him. I didn't want to question him. I loved Cole and I absolutely trusted that any second I would look up and he would be there. I sighed softly as I slowly glanced over at the doors that lead to the large grand auditorium. They were so close but so far away from me. I felt stood up.

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