IDK JUST WAS THINKING AND THIS HAPPENED
Point Of View : Angelica
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I walked into the living room, and could instantly tell that George was stressing.
"George, dear, I'm feeling so bereft. You haven't been acting yourself lately. Pushing away my meals, pushing away me in general. What's the matter?" I asked smoothing out my dress as I sat down.
"Nothing. Stop asking me."
"George, hun. Please, just tell me-"
"I SAID NO!" He yelled jumping up.
"Sorry." I said quickly and ran up the stairs. The first thing I did was call Laurens.
"Hey! What's up?" His voice rang through the phone.
"It's George." I began, I was interrupted by a sigh and an 'oh god.' "I know. He isn't paying attention to me like he used to. Pushing me away. Pushing away my food. I don't know what's up with him. He snapped at me a minute ago just because I asked him what was wrong."
"Shit. Is he downstairs?" He said.
"Yes. He is. Writing a long ass letter to Hamilton to be exact."
"Hand him the phone, and then pick up the phone in your room. You can listen to the call." I smiled. That's John for you. Always trying to fix problems.
I walked down the staircase, catching George's eyes in the process. "It's John. He's worried too." I handed the phone over and walked up to my room, instantly grabbing the phone
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you about Angie."
"Yeah... what about her?"
"It's the way you're treating her. It's breaking her heart. She can't stand it. Do something to show her that you love her. Please. For your sake and hers." John just broke in half. "I love you both. So very much. You gave me a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, now you need to give her one. She is a really sweet girl. And an amazing woman. Please. Don't let her down. She's a Schuyler Washington. There is only one of those."
"Listen, I understand what she wants, and I can't help but snip. I feel terrible telling her to stop. I want to kiss her and love her, but I have work to do."
"Can't you take a break?"
"No. Not at this moment. We are winning the war. I can't let America down. Or Hamilton. Can I tell you something?" I got nervous as I heard these words come out of my husband's mouth.
"Of course."
"She's better than me. She deserves someone like you, John. Someone who can show her what they really feel. Not some fake like me."
I slammed down the phone and raced downstairs. I took the phone out of George's hand, before I smashed my lips into his. They connected instantly, and he moved his in sync with mine. He pushed my upper body up, as my force had knocked him over.
"What was that?" He asked panting. "Not that I didn't enjoy it."
"I am not better than you. I deserve you. I can't live without you. You are not a fake. You have work. I get it. But just love me. Please...?" I asked lustfully.
He smirked under me. The next thing I knew, I was on the bottom and George's hands were on my hips.
"I'll show you that I love you. But only if I have permission." He eyed me carefully.
"Please George. I need this." My wish would soon be granted.
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Authors Note!!!
Sorry about the ending here. I was going to put in some smut, but then i decided not to, and just go with it. You get the idea of what was going to happen. Anyways, I have decided to do a Q&A. You can ask me anything you want, but you must follow these rules.
Things you CANNOT ask me:
Address, Age, Last Name
Things you CAN ask me:
- Anything else.
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I may change my mind about the rules if a question is asked in which I feel uncomfortable answering. Mind you, these can be the most random questions ever. From 'What Jell-o flavor is my favorite?' to 'What store do you like most?' I will answer them.
LOVE YOU ALL <3
~Elliot
