New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 40- Alexander said-

Did she just put a Hamilton reference in her story?

Yes. Yes she did.

Alexander plopped onto his couch and patted a spot for me to sit. He smiled really widely and I felt a piece of my heart die. I really do ignore this. The feeling of...I'm not sure but it's a feeling. (WHAT IS THIS FEEEEELIIING? OMG stop Maggie. Ok here's the story now. Bye.) I sat down next to him and gazed around his beautiful apartment. It was much larger than mine with a larger window. I must have looked stupid because he said, "It's not that great just kinda roomy." I chuckled. "It's beautiful." He took my hand. "Enough about the room. What's going on with you?"

I took a deep breath and began to start the longest conversation of my life.

"Anthony is dating the girl who had been trying to destroy me ever since I got here. I may have punched her in a parking lot and now she's using Anthony to get in my head. Anthony is convinced she's my friend but she's not and they want to go back to Tennessee for vacation again and I just can't. She's evil and I just want the normal Anthony back. I can't do this anymore Alexander!" His eyes softened and he smiled gently. "You're lucky I'm good at french." He chuckled.

He pulled me in for a hug and I closed the gap between us by finishing the hug. I felt myself cry like a baby. Tears stained his green polo. This guy really does dress weird. I felt him pull away and was saddened that he left. "It'll all work out Charlotte I promise." He smiled and looked at his watch. "Let's go get coffee and celebrate the end of finals!" I jumped up and smiled. "You bet!"

We walked arm in arm to the coffee shop down the street. He held the door and mimicked a bow. "My lady." I laughed and ruffled his shaggy hair. "Dork."

I sat down on the barstool by the counter and waited on Alexander to sit. He finally sat down and ordered our coffee. "I'll have a mocha and the lady will have a pumpkin spice latte." I swerved around in my spinning chair. "You know my coffee order?" He smiled and spun in his chair to face me. "Of course. We are good friends right? Good friends know each other's coffee orders." I chuckled and turned to face the tv in the cafe. "Did you know Thomas Jefferson invented the spinning chair?" Alexander laughed. "What brought up the topic of Thomas Jefferson?" I shrugged.

Suddenly a song came on. Not just any song. It's beat and melody haunting me. I stood up. "Excuse me for a moment." I dashed out the door and leaned against a fence. Alexander ran after me. "Charlotte what's wrong?" He looked sadly into my deep brown eyes. I put my face against the fence. It was cold. "That song. It-" I stopped. He took my shaky hand. "I get it. There's a song my dad sang to me." He paused. "When he cared enough to speak to me." I nodded not wanting to face the boy. "I don't think it's important." I put a hand on his cheek. "Hey. You matter. It's important to me. It matters. You are made of atoms right?" He laughed and fiddled with his fingers. "Yea. I just feel like it can wait." I nodded and regained rights to his hand. I walked back to my room holding his hand. Except this time I meant it.