I'm Willing To Wait For You (A Hamilton College AU)

Chapter 9

AN: Sorry if this chapter is super cringy. I'm not the best at writing romance. "Why are you writing a Lams book if you suck at romance?", you ask. I ask myself this question on a a daily basis.

Alex's P. O. V

As I sit the bench a feel a wave of nausea hit me.

What if he doesn't come? He probably never wanted to agree to this. I shouldn't have asked him out.

Just as I'm preparing to leave I feel a hand touch my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Hercules and Lafayette were being extra , like always. They were obsessing over the smallest things", says John.

I take a sigh of relief.

"No problem", I say with a smile.

"You look good. Like really good.", he says.  My face heats up.
Is he flirting with me?

"Thanks. The sisters are miracle workers. You look great", I say.

"Well Herc is a perfectionist."

We stand there for a few seconds.

"Uh shall we go?", he ask.

"Oh yeah", I say with a nervous giggle.

Considering neither of us has car, we walk to the restaurant. I'm silently praying that the food isn't too expensive because I'm kind of broke.

We walk down the street together. He wraps his arm around mine. I immediately stop mentally freaking out and relax.

Thankfully when arrive we don't have to wait for a table. The waitress seats us and hands us each a menu.

As we scan the menu John speaks up.

"Alex?", he ask. I pop my head up from behind the menu.

"I've come to realize that I don't know that much about you. I know you lived in Nevis and that you got a scholarship here because of an essay you wrote, but that's about it", he says.

I internally cringe. I moved to New York so I wouldn't have to dig so deep into my past. To have stayed would have been to much to handle. Do I tell him? Should I let him in to the deepest, darkest parts of my past?

"I mean only if you want to. It's totally cool if you'd rather-", he says.

"Nah it's cool", I say. I decide that if I want to be with him, he needs to know sooner or later. Why not now?
He gives me his full attention and I begin.

"Well you know that there was a hurricane that destroyed my town", I said. He nods.

"Prior to that I lived with my mother, my father, and my little brother James. When I was 10 my father ran off. My mom said he left because he was ashamed of himself, but I think he was just ashamed of me", I say. John reaches over and holds my hand.

"When I turned twelve me and my mother got sick. She..... she didn't make it. So my brother and I were sent off to live with my cousin. He ended up committing suicide. I think it was then I realized I had to fend for myself. I knew that nothing is promised. Not a single day." My voice cracks.

"Alex, I didn't mean to to take you there", he apologizes.

"It's ok. I wanted too. I needed to share. Anyway you know the rest. I worked my ass off to get to New York and now here we are", I say and smile.

The waitress came up and took our orders.

"Well I think that with all you shared with me I should give you my back story. I lived in South Carolina growing up. I experienced alot of hateful, racist, and prejudice things. There were a lot of close minded people. At home things were really good, until around the time I turned seven. Then, my sexuality started becoming more and more apparent. My mom was completely supportive, but my dad, not so much. I remember I played dress up as a ballerina one day and my dad freaked. He blamed my mom. How he figured it was her fault I'm a raging homosexual I don't know but he some how managed to put it back on her. He was abusive to me and my mom. I learned to hide my sexuality as I got older. I couldn't keep watching him hurt her", he says. A tear rolls down his face.

"John you can stop if you want to", I say. He just shakes his head.

"He didn't hit me or my mother for along time. He thought me being gay was a phase. It was until highschool when he walked in on me and a dude making out that he hit me again. Only it wasn't like before. He had only made red marks in the past. No this time was different. I was left with bruises to my legs and back. I even had a black eye. When my mom saw me passed out on the floor, I think it was the last straw. We packed up and left that night. I haven't seen him since", he says and sighs.

The waitress comes back with our food.  Wow, that was surprisingly quick.

"Hey Alex", ask John, still holding my hand.

"Yeah John"

"Can we talk about something else?", he ask.

I chuckle. "Yeah John."

John's P.O.V

And that's what we did. We talked about everything. In between bites of food we talked about daily life. If it was anyone else then I might not have cared but with Alex it was different. I was completely enveloped in his stories of his little fights with Jefferson, and I could listen to his passionate rants forever.  God I love him.

Wait, do I love Alexander Hamilton? I think I do. Is that possible? I just met him. Before now I had only thought of him as a possible boyfriend. Wow. I think I love him.

By now our food was done and it was getting late.

"Alex I had a wonderful time with you, but I think we should leave. It's getting late, we're the only people here, and our waitress is sending us dirty looks."

"You're right. Let me get the tab", he says.

Before I can object he picks up the bill, which the waitress had left for us fifteen minutes ago, and opened it. As he scanned the page his eyes widened to the size of saucepans.

"You know what, how bout I pay the bill", I say taking it out of his trembling hands.

"You sure?", he ask uncertainly.

"I'm sure", I say.

We walk back to campus hand in hand. He huddles closer to me as a cold wind blows. We walk together in the dark.

We enter our dorm I turn to face him.

"Alex can I ask you something?", I inquire. I fight butterflies in my stomach at the thought of the words about to come out my mouth.

"Yes John", he answers.

"Alex..........Can I kiss you?", I hold my breath and close my eyes, praying he won't deny it.

He doesn't answer. Instead he pulls on the top part of my collar to bring my head level with his.

Then, with the most gentleness possible, he kisses me. His lips feel like flower petals on my mine. We break apart.

"Yes John", he says and he leans in for another one.

Hi! Sorry if this was cringy. Anyway I probably won't update Wednesday because I'll be cooking all day, or Thursday I'll be with my family. Next two updates will be on Tuesday amd Friday if I don't get run over during Black Friday shopping.

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