Running Into Hamilton

Josh One Shot

(Hey guys, sorry for the huge gap. Comment if I should write more cause I'm on spring break for the next few days!)

I buckled the black helmet over my head and picked up my blue skateboard. After waving to my parents, I turned down an alley and laid my board out. I hopped on and rode my way through the relatively empty gaps between buildings until I neared the theatre that Josh has been performing at for about a year. The security guards know me by now, so they let me through the gates as I enter the pass code. I bound up the stairs to my boyfriends dressing room, quickly rapping on the door before opening it. "Hey, Maria." He says, hugging me with one arm while putting something away with the other. "Hi, Captain Von Trapp. " I respond. He grabs his stuff and gathers it together on his slightly cluttered desk.
"What do you wanna do?" He asks, leaning on the desk. "I don't know. We could stay here and just hang out, we could go to the park, we could go to either of our houses. It's up to you." I say, sitting in his chair. I can tell this room could only be his. The distinct smell of the cologne he's worn since forever. A stack of mostly empty water bottles. A jar of honey (which I think he stole from me) poised on the desk. "Let's just stay here. It's hot, and the ac is apparently really good in the upstairs rooms." He says, gathering his things to go there. I quickly follow, and we're hit by a blast of cooler air.

"Finally! I skated here in the heat, I'm pretty sure I was slowly cooking." I say, putting my stuff near the entrance of a room. I flop on a small cot in the corner, while he relaxes on a chair. After a few moments of silence, I speak up. "Next year's going to be weird." He looks at me, confused. "Why? We're still going to be together." He says. "Cause, you're not staying with your parents, and I won't be able to spend the night over at your house. Plus, we'll both have college and shows." I say. "Oh, darling, we'll be fine. Our theatres are like, 6 steps from eachother. We can walk home together and get Monets coffee and be okay. Don't worry, we'll work it out if there's problems." He leans over and kisses my forehead, which hangs off of the bed.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a little while, before I jolt up. "First one to the stage gets to pick the musical!" I shout, then sprint down the narrow stairs, hearing my lovely boyfriend running behind me.

I won.