Hamilton oneshots

King George x Samuel Seabury

(This is for @Trash_Writes thank you for the request)

- George POV-

What?! No! It can't be!! I just what to DIE!!! "Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I scream in my dorm. Waiting for my dorm mate,Samuel, to come to my aid as I bang my head on the table.

No response.

I stop hitting my head and look around. I decide to get up and look for him. "I am now a spy..." I whisper. Sneaking around our room, finally he is in my sights. I walk back and then I come up with my new outstanding, brilliant plan to get his ATTENTION.

Plan A: Sympathy and Care

I pace my self and count. 1... 2... 3! I run for the room, purposely missing to only ram my foot into the wall. It hurt. Like HELL!!! I yelp in pain as I fall. Hoping my Little Sammie comes to my aid with worried eyes and an open heart. I peek over to see him. He. Didn't. Even. Flinch.

I groan walking over to my desk glaring down.
Uhh, I feel discussed. Just looking at my homework. I must procrastinate, or order time to go by faster.

Ok, ok, ok. I take a deep breath and begin plotting...

- Samuel POV-

So, six divided by 2, times one plus two is...? I examine the paper in a tad bit of confusion. I hear banging and crashing sounds, but I am not positive. I continue to listen to Mozart and I reassure myself that everything is fine.

I get out of my brain fart and I get the correct answer. As usual. Ah, it feels good being right.

        ~ time skip brought to you by: Bleach~
- George POV-

Nothing has worked. I've gone through all 23 letters! None of my plans worked. I am so tired, and the only other thing I can do, I'd rather drink bleach than work, I'm desperate now.

But! First I must try, quoted by my cu- dorm mate. Quoted by my dorm mate.

Now let us see.... what is the theoretical probability of landing on heads when you flip a coin?

Why would you be flipping good money?! That is the real question, and what is a... T-theo- theoretical? I sound the word out loud, trying to get it correct. I sigh. "How am I supposed to do this?!" I shout out in anger.

Then a little idea seed planted itself into my head. I get up and run all the way to Sammie's room. I grab as much supplies as I can, and as I leave the room I attempt to blow him a kiss. He is lightly bobbing his head and tapping his pencil. So cute!

I might have a little, tiny, crush on my Little Sammy.

But why won't he notice me?

I've done everything Wikipedia told me to! I give him gifts, compliments, and most importantly, I let him have the top bunk!

I prance back to my spot and spread everything out. There are markers, crayons, colored pencils, rulers, and multi colored pens!

I hum a beautiful song that I wrote all by my self. I don't wanna brag or anything, but it is amazing!

I grab only the most elegant of colors and merge them onto my paper. I almost used everything.

I finish drawing him and then I start on myself. He has a magnificent purple outfit and as well as a beautiful, amazing, outstanding, terrific... FLOWER CROWN!!

We had matching flower crowns, his blue and mine a darker blue.

It was fantastic.

Fantastic.

"SAMUEL!!!!! COME HERE!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. No response, again. Now I'm irritated! I march all the way to him and I slam the picture on to his desk.

He looked horrified. "A-a-a-a-a..." He stuttered. His eyes examined the paper. His mouth agape, shocked.

I feel his eyes turn toward me, but I'm already walking out. I use my forearm to cover my tears, not wanting him to know that I cared about his reaction. I lock my self in the bathroom crying. Are my drawing that bad? No, of course not! He just has bad taste. I look in the mirror, my nose is runny and my eyes are now puffy. I look like a mess, I hear a faint knocking on the door.

"G-George, are you ok?" I hear Samuel say. "Wouldn't you like to know." I snap almost before he even finishes. "Sorry," he almost whispers. "The... The drawing was," he pauses. Why though? "Astounding." He utters. "What do you mean was?" I state.

I here sadness in my voice, and from his reaction I assume he heard it too. "No! I-I mean it is astounding! Uh, j-just give me a few minutes!" I hear his footsteps get farther from the door. Was he stuttering, I though people on the debate team don't stutter...

I then hear a banging sound coming from one of the walls. I lean closer
to the door. "Ah!!" I shout. Sammie knocked on the door again. "Are you ok?" Sammie questioned me, worry in his voice. "Yes, I am." I say a bit sternly. Slowly I unlock the door, I scamper all the way back to the bathroom tub. He opens the door and he lets out his hand, "I want to show you something!" He smiles. I hesitantly take his hand. After about a millisecond of debating with my ultra ego I send him a warm smile.

- Samuel POV-

He takes my hand and smiles at me. I feel bad for not giving him my attention. I noted at the beginning of the year to let him have all the attention as long as it doesn't go to far. I guess I've become a guardian for him, loyal, kind, and always by his side.

We walk to the front door and I stop as well as him.

I took the only picture frame I could find in this damn place and put his... unique, picture In it. "You... You did this all for me?" George questioned. I shyly nodded.

"I got you this," I say holding on to a piece of paper, "You did you amazing drawing on your homework, and so I had an extra copy and w-well I w-wanted to k-know i-if you w-want m-my h-hel-" George put his hand over my mouth, cutting me off.

"If going on a small date with you means I have to do my homework, then so be it!"He declared.

He suddenly placed a small kiss on my check and scurried to our table to work.

I just stood there frozen by how fast things had just gone... Yes! Maybe the homework thing was a "date" idea but, I didn't expect it to work.

I look at the picture he made of us,

"I need to get you art lessons."

"WHAT?!"

"NOTHING!!"