Life,liberty,and the pursuit of happiness

Operation:Breakup (p.1)

So hey y'all heeeeyyyy! I am back from the dead bearing the gift of an update!

Madison's POV---------------------------------

I was curled up on the couch, crying my eyes out, and eating strawberry sorbet. I was listening to "Hopelessly Devoted" from Grease and watching Mufasa's death on replay. This was the worst day of my life.

How could Thomas love Alexander?! They hated each other! If I had a nickel for every time we went to the dorm and plotted ways to publicly humiliate him, I wouldn't even have to got to this damn college.

Maybe it was all a prank. Maybe I just ran out of the room before they were all like "Haha, motherfuckers, YOU THOUGHT!" And then they would go back to hating each other and I could go back to being hopelessly devoted to Thomas.

But they way the had looked each other, all flustered and blushing, told me otherwise. Maybe they did really love each other. The thought sent me into another fit of sobs, which soon turned into hacking coughs. Damn I was sick.

So it was this way, curled up on the couch, crying over someone I had never even kissed, that I fell asleep.

Laurens POV------------------------------------

Jefferson wanted blackmail.

That was the only logical explanation. He obviously wanted ammunition against Hamilton for our next big debate, and what better way to get that than pretend to be his lover. Hamilton, being super naïve and trusting, believes this act and had fallen for the asshole.

Yeah. That must've been what was going on.

It still didn't help my feelings, which had been shattered into a bunch of crying emojis. I decided to seek comfort in the only other person I knew who was going through this.

James Madison.

Madison's POV----------------------------------

I woke up to someone hurdling onto the couch and screaming"WAKE UP JAAAAAMES".

I sat bolt upright,"I DONT WANNA DIE ALL MY MONEY IS UNDER MY BED IN THE PINK BOX!!!" I screech.

Staring back at me is the freckled face of John Laurens, only a couple of inches away from my nose.

"You keep a pink box under your bed full of money?" He asks, head tilted like a curious puppy dog. My face turns red.

"Wh-what d-d-do you w-an-ant?" I stutter. He was way too close for comfort.

"Ok, so you hate Alex and Jefferson being together just as much as I do, right?" He says, his brown eyes sparkling.

"Ummm,yes?" I had no idea where he was going with this.

" Operation:Breakup," He says as if this explains everything.

"I'm sorry what?"

He rolls his eyes at me and I feel so stupid," Haven't you ever seen any chick flicks? The two girls try and breakup the couple? Well, with us it would be two guys trying to break up two other guys, but you get my drift."

"So...you want...me....to help... you.... get Thom and Hamilton...to break up?" I say hesitantly.

"Yup." I look into his eyes to see if he's joking. He isn't.

"I don't think this is a good-"

"C'MON! We just have to show them that they still hate each other with every ounce of their being. Maybe get a couple of spies on the inside, if your seeing what I'm saying. It'll be great! We'll be doing them a favor, trust me."