Hamilton x reader Short Stories

King George x reader

Your annoying next door neighbor, (George,) is CAMPAIGNING in the long high school halls. You told him not to! He's not specifically the best leader. He especially hates your older brother George Washington.  Your neighbor, George, is running against your brother. You rush over to his tiny booth and slam your hands on the tough, plastic table. "George!" You exclaimed. He turned to you with wide eyes. "Uh.. Hi! Vote for me for president?" He said weakly.  You glared at him, and his pamphlets. You could tell he knew the answer was no. "George. I specifically told you NOT to run." He blushes and sits down. "I'm sorry, (y/n)."  His blush died down as he looked away. "You promise to take it down?" You look at him sternly.
"... okay." He looked down when he met your gaze. There was an awkward silence. "Well, bye." You say, leaving for the lunch room.
          The  day slugged on, as the day went on you saw George's stall was down. You smile, thinking he isn't as bad as you thought he was. You loved your brother, after all, that was the reason you wanted him to take down the stall. (And his way of thinking.) You had good day for the rest of it.
       The next day,  you try to find George to thank him. You had no trouble, his stand was up again. You heave a large sigh as you stomp over to his booth. George looked straight forward, with a grim face slapped on. "GEOOOORGE!" You yell.  Some people stopped and looked at you. He didn't look at you. "I told you! Take down your st-" you were interrupted by George. "You have to kiss me to have me take it away." He kept looking forward. You look at him in disbelief. This wouldn't be your first kiss, you used to have a boyfriend. John Adams. "Is that what you.. really want?" You blush. He kept looking forward, pretending to be really interested in a water fountain/ bubbler. You sigh as you make your way to the back of the stall. You clench you eyes closed as you kiss his cheek. You step away, confused.  It wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be. "Take it down now?" You ask quietly. He nods and starts taking down the sign. You don't know what just happened, but you do know you have a newly founded crush on George King.