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

Chapter 18

Finals Week

John's P.O.V

Finals week has arrived and, like always, it has taken it's toll. The idea of the upcoming test looms over the school like a thick fog. It smothers students with anxiety, and blocks all rational thinking.

Both the study hall and the library are packed with students working hard. Among all the students around me trying to cram in a little more information into their already stuffed brain, there was one person who worked their ass off the most.

Alexander Hamilton had not left the dorm in 48 hours. He doesn't eat, sleep, or even do his hair. And trust me, Alexander Hamilton takes pride in his hair. All he does is study non-stop.

He just sits on his bed and types. Occasionally he jots something down in his royal blue notebook. He doesn't talk to anyone and it's beginning to scare me. Don't get me wrong, I understand if he wants to study. But there are lines that shouldn't be crossed.

"Alex", I say. He ignores me.

"Alex", I repeat. He grunts in acknowledgement.

Not good enough.

"Alexander Hamilton", I say. This seems to get his attention.

I feel my heart shatter when he looks up at me. His hair is a mess. He looks exhausted. Alex's already prominent bags hang even lower below his huge eyes.

"Alexander, take a break", I plead.

"Can't. To much work to do", he says shortly, and goes back to typing.

"You need sleep and food", I say.

"Sleep is for the weak. And I ate already", he says.

"Oh really? When was the last time you actually consumed food?", I ask.

He looks up at me guiltily.

"Exactly. Get up", I demand.

"What?", he objects.

"Get up. I'm taking you out to eat", I say.

"Do I have to leave the dorm? Social interaction is the literal bane if my existence", he says.

"Fine. I'll bring you food to the room", I reason.

"John, you really don't have to do that. I'm fine", he says.

"No, your not! Your haven't slept in two days, your hair is a mess, and you refuse to talk to anyone! All I'm asking you to do is let me get you something to eat. I'm your boyfriend and I care about you. Your worrying the hell out me. All I want to do is help. Why do you have to be so God danm difficult?! ", I exclaim.

"John-", he says.

"Please, don't argue with me", I beg. "You need food. I can't let you starve yourself just so you can work. Look, after you've eaten, you can study till your brain explodes. Not that you need to study, anyway. Aside from Angelica, your the smartest person I know.  Just, please, eat something."

He sighs and looks up at me with a defeated expression.

"Fine. You can bring me food. But I'm getting right back to work afterwards. I can't allow myself to get distracted", he says. And with that he looks back down to his scream, and continues typing.

Burr's P.O.V

"Hello?", I call. As I walk into the small apartment I search for a certain person.

"Aaron?", someone calls back. I break into a smile a mile long and I follow the voice.

She's on the couch, curled in a ball under a huge blanket. There is a box of tissues beside her. HairSpray is playing on the TV. It's her favorite movie.