Alex's POV
John and Peggy. John Laurens and Peggy Schuyler. Peggy Laurens. John Schuyler. I fake a bright smile as John excitedly talks about the future wedding between him and Ms. Schuyler.
"Of course you'll be my best man, uh, Alex? Are you okay? You look sick?" John said worriedly. I looked up at the taller boy and shook my head
"no no I'm fine." He nods slowly and The continues talking. I love him. I love John Laurens. I've loved him for a very long time, even asked him out once. John said no. He laughed and said that it was very sweet of me but I was more like a little brother to him. I simply laughed as well and gave a quick apology. We never talk about that. John suddenly stopped talking and looked at me,
"Alex."
"Huh? Yeah?" I looked up at him.
"I'm your best friend I can tell when something's wrong. Now spill." John smiled kindly.
"It's nothing John. I'm just... I'm just not feeling well, I uh, didn't sleep well last night." I smiled up at him.
"Bull. Sh*t. I've seen a tired Alexander Hamilton and this isn't him." Laurens laughed, "now what's actually wrong?".
"It's nothing Laurens so just drop it!" I screamed, storming out of our shared apartment. I shoved my hands into my hoodie pocket as I walked.
"Stupid Laurens. Stupid Peggy. Stupid love... Stupid me." I stopped walking and just stood there crying. I took a deep breath and got in a cab telling the driver to just drop me off anywhere far away from here. I ignored all the texts and calls I got on my phone.
I returned to the apartment at three am.
"Alexander! Where did you go! I was so worried!" John ran up to me and picked me up in a bear hug.
"I was places. Why are you awake still?" I mumbled.
"I was worrying about you, you idiot!" John placed me down but didn't let me go.
"Por qué te importa..." I whispered numbly.
"Alex, you know I can only speak English..."
"Whatever. I'm going to bed." I pulled out of the hug.
"Alex! Alex, is this about what you told me before me and Peggy started to date. When you told me that you loved me. Do you still like me?" John asked grabbing my wrist so I couldn't escape.
"Come on John, that was two years ago, I've gotten over it." I huffed, no I haven't, I'm a liar.
"Really. Then why haven't you been in a relationship since you confessed. You haven't mentioned a single crush in those two years." John pulled me closer to him. "If you still have those feelings for me Alex you can tell me. I won't be mad."
"Even if I did still like you why would I tell you? You love Peggy, you're getting married." John sighed and pulled me back into a hug. He kissed the top of my head and just held me.
"You matter to me Lex, you know that right?"
"Si, lo sé..." I mumbled coldly. John sighs again picking me up and carrying me into my bedroom. He placed me in bed and pulled the blankets over me. If I asked him to stay he'd stay.
"Permanecer por favor..." I whispered quietly.
"Alex. I don't know what your saying."
"Permanecer, rester."
"Alex, English please." I didn't respond.
"Okay um, repetir en inglés por favor." John learned how to say that in Spanish because when I get worked up sometimes I forget English and devolve into Spanish and French.
"Rester, permanecer. St-stay." I finally managed to squeak out. John smiled softly and climbed into bed with me wrapping me up in his arms. I love him.
The day of the wedding rolled around and I pretended that I was overjoyed. I was the best man after all. "Go on Alex give a speech!" My friend Eliza(one of Peggie's two maids of honor because she couldn't decide between her sisters) gave me a light push.
"Hey everyone, having a good time? Getting a little tipsy huh?" People laughed.
"Anyway, I've known John since I arrived here in America and I met Peggy not long after, those two are pretty much my family. I am so happy for them, after all two amazing perfect cinnamon rolls deserve to be together." More laughter.
"I remember when the two got together I couldn't decide who I was gonna give the shovel talk to so I decided on just sitting them both down in me and John's living room and threaten them in Spanish. Peggy later used google translate and realized I basically told them that if one of them hurt the other doesn't matter who, the one who inflicted the pain would in fact be shoved off a cliff. Luckily I have yet to have to shove one of them off a cliff so we can only hope for the best." Yet again more laughter.
"Honestly I can't say in words how much you two mean to me so I'll say it in French instead. que votre mariage soit prospère et plein de joie mes ames!" I walked off the stage and headed out of the reception. Why? Maybe because I thought I was gonna throw up. I sat on the balcony staring out at the night sky. John was married. I would never be with him. Yet. That didn't matter. I was his forever, even if he didn't know it. I swear to it. He is the love of my life. "Je suis á toi pour toujours John" I whispered. That's when I heard quiet footsteps approach me.
"Whatcha doing sitting on the balcony all alone?" I looked up and saw the magenta queue-tip himself Thomas Jefferson.
"F*ck. Off." I huffed.
"I heard what you said. You love John huh." I curled in on myself.
"So what if I do?"
"Eh, nothing important. It's alright you know." I laughed bitterly, Thomas sat down next to me and we talked for hours.
"Look at you, getting married today huh?" John fixed my tie and I giggled.
"Shut up." I said playfully.
"No no, I mean it took you long enough!"
"Ugh!"
I stood at the alter staring at my now husband. That annoying puffball Thomas Jefferson. How lucky am I. Took him four years to get his a*s around to proposing that walnut.
"Je t'aime Lexi." He whispered to me.
"Je suis á toi pour toujours."
