Alex POV
Day one of college. Well classes won't start for another day. Here we go. I walk calmly to my dorm holding a milk shake, aching to know who my dorm mate is. Martha had been the one assigning dorms and when she saw mine she went 'ohh, that's a rough one.' My own adopted mother thinks my roommate will hate me. With a sigh I open my door. I hear someone in the kitchen."Door was unlocked." I yell.
"Sorry." A familiar voice responds. Grunting I walk into the kitchen. I drop my milkshake when I recognize the person. "Great you made a me-" the man trails off when he sees my face. "Ew a gremlin." He sneers curling his lip.
"Fuck you Thomas fucking Jefferson. Keep the noise level down with the std's you bring in here." I hiss. Thomas shoots me a casual middle finger. I search through cabinets for paper towels. All I find is kraft Mac and cheese. "Ew. You like Mac and cheese?" I growl.
"Who doesn't?" Thomas asks.
"My mother's last meal was mac and cheese." I spit in disgust.
"Before she was sentenced to death for having an ass like you?" Thomas jeers.
"Before dying of a disease while holding my hand." I shoot back. Thomas' face is covered in guilt. I go into the fridge and find paper towels next to milk. "Why the fuck are the paper towels in the fridge?" I yell.
"Why are you in my house?" Thomas snaps.
"I live here?" I retort and start cleaning up my milk shake mess. When I'm finished I go to grab some coffee but the coffee machine is no where in sight. "Where's the coffee maker?" I scream.
"Ever try tea? Coffee is bad for you." Thomas growls.
"Where is it?" I yell back.
"Under the sink." He screeches. I grab it and make a pot of coffee. Thomas leaves. Pulling out my laptop I sadly look at my screensaver. A picture of me and John. John had died a few years earlier by suicide. Can you guess why? Thomas. Fucking. Jefferson.
Flashback.
My heart races as I run through the forest. I hear John cry in pain somewhere.
"You are a piece of shit!" Thomas screams. John cries in response. I hide behind a tree. Thomas suddenly grabs me by my collar.
"Thomas please don't hurt him!" John cries. I look and smile weakly at my friend.
"Kill yourself faggot." Thomas laughs. Tears brim his eyes and he runs off. Thomas proceeds to beat the shit out of me. A few minutes pass and somewhere in the woods I hear a gunshot. I squeeze between Thomas' legs and find the origin of the shot. John dead next to a river and a note. Or reads
Whoever finds me first,
This has gone on too long. A year ago this boy began harassing me and my best friend. Ever since then my life has gone to hell.
Alex if you're reading this know I loved you so much and I'm so sorry. I'll see you again though. One day. I'll see you on the other side but please take your time.-John Laurens.
I call the cops.
Flashback over.
With a deep sigh I begin working, not realizing tears are streaming down my face. Pulling John's note out of my wallet I cry harder. Thomas barges in carrying two steaming cups. He sets one down and flops onto the extra chair across from me. I continue sobbing while holding the browning note."I brought you some coff-" Thomas begins but sees I'm crying and stops. "What's wrong?" He asks. He notices the picture of John and I attached to the note. I paper clipped it there years ago. Trembling I look up.
"You know exactly what's wrong." I scream. I race into my bedroom. I looked at the room and to my bags where something calls out to me.
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Don't Forget That I Love You (Jamilton)(Republished) (Unedited)
Fanfictionthis fanfic is four years old, i had it unpublished for a while but here we are four years later. will people read this? who knows Thomas Jefferson, hates Hamilton, green, and work. Loves James Madison and Mac' and cheese Alexander Hamilton, hates...