Hamiltots

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Alex sat on the tree branch, feet swinging wildly. He was very happy when his dad had told him he got the permit for building the tree house behind the apartment building. His heart had soared and they had rushed to the store to get the nails and wood. They had come up with the perfect system. Laf would stand on the step ladder and hand Alex the wood and George W. the nails. Alex would put the wood in place and George would hammer the nails into it to make it stick. They were making the floor first, so Alex had to balance on a branch that was swaying slightly. "Right there!" He said. George pulled his hand back and brought the hammer down with force. The force shot up Alex's arm and hit his spine. He fell backwards, off the tree.
"Alex! Alex!" Laf yelled, grabbing his brother's hand.

((I didn't know how to finish this so basically, Alex gets better and then onto the next scene. Scroll on!))

Alex covered his mouth to stifle a giggle. He didn't want to be too loud or his dad might find him! He was crouched behind the couch, curled into a tight ball between the wall and the back of the couch. It wasn't the ideal spot to be in, but it was the perfect hiding spot. Hidden enough that it would take some good looking and a great eye to find him, but not hidden so much that his dad wouldn't have to leave the house to try and find him. For Alex often hid outside.

Alex blushed at the thought of the last time he played Hide and Seek with his dad and hid outside. It was a while ago, but let's just say there were 5 squirls and old man and a lamp-post that got cut in two. It was a long story that Alex really didn't feel like thinking about, so he focused on thinking about where Laf might be hidden.
Since Laf hadn't been living there that long, he didn't know all the good hiding spots like Alex did. Alex made a promise to himself to show his new brother where to hide, and where not to hide. Like the dishwasher. 
That had been a cold and wet half hour. Alex shivered when the memory came to mind, it was a sickly memory that made him feel awful. He had caught the flu from that and... and missed saying goodbye to John Laurens. But Alex didn't want to think about any of these thing. He shifted behind the couch, careful not to move it. He wasn't allowed to move furniture since he had broken his pinkie toe moving furniture. It had been dark, and the tape holding his pinkie and the toe next to it had collected so much cat fur it looked like it had fur! 
"Pssst." A small voice whispered to Alex. Alex jumped about an inch into the air, his heart racing. Until he saw Laf. Laf's head was poking out from underneath the couch, the rest of his body completely hidden underneath it. "Al!"
"Laf, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Why would you do that?" Alex scolded, somewhat cross with his brother.
"Sorry Alex." Laf said sheepishly. "Hi."
Alex looked down at his brother, and unable to stay mad at him, he smiled. "Hi."
Then there was the sound of thunderous running, Alex heard his dad gasp and run back to the living room, feet away from where Laf and Alex were hidden. "Boys!" He yelled. "We have to go to the hospital! Martha's going into labor!"

Hey Y'all! How're you doing?

I listened to 21 Chump St a couple weeks ago.

I'm in looooooove.