Hamilton x reader Short Stories

Jefferson x reader

    Yours/storytellers POV
Thomas Jefferson wasn't your idealistic crush. Let's say... he was somewhat of a jerk.  And you NEVER had a crush on him. Even now.As his "friends," James Madison and John Adams strut across the park, your best friend Alexander Hamilton shot him a stony glare. You put a hand on his shoulder and say; "Alexander, calm down. I know he was mean, you just have to.. give him a second chance!" He glares at you, and walks away fuming. You sigh and walk over to Jefferson and stand in front of him. You try your best to smile. "Well hello, pretty little lady! What can I do for you?" He says with a smirk. You drop your smile and say, "Hello, Thomas. Something you can do for me is make amends with my friend. Alexander." You say making sure you get your point through. His smirk turns into disbelief. He points to Alex in his gloomy state on the swings. "That emo?" You glare at Thomas. You nod, not liking his 'description' of Alex. He hesitates for a moment before slowly making his way to Alex.  He leaves you alone with Madison and Adams. "So.." you say, trailing off.

Alexander's POV

   I see Thomas Jefferson heading towards me. He looks nervous? He sits next to me, not facing towards me. "Well, (reader's/n) told me to say sorry." He say looking towards me. "Why? Why ARE you doing this?" He stops, biting his lip. He regains his sassy attitude. "Why do you want to know?" I look at him, with just a minutes silence. He looks at (r/n). "Maybe I like her." I burst out with a tiny laugh. "YOU LIKE HER." I say in a loud whisper. He turns a deep red, nodding fast. "Ok, apology accepted?" He says sassily. "I nod. He stands up, turning to smile to her and his friends. He waves, I can hear (r/n) saying "What took you so long?!" I couldn't hear Thomas' response, but I could tell. It was probably something smooth.