"So James... how old are you again?" Kitty asked.
James was staring out the window of the frontseat at the time, riding shotgun. "15." He mumbled.
"And a half!" Alex corrected from the backseat. He's exactly 10 years, nine months and seventeen days older than me!"
Kitty and James both laughed as Kitty drove. "You really got it down to the minute don't you dude?" Kitty asked.
"Oh you bet he does. He's a whizz when it comes to family." James turned his gaze to the girl next to him.
Laf nodded in agreement. "He knows the second I was born. The second! I don't even know the second!"
"2014, September 22nd, 12:29 and 38 seconds! Almost noon and a half." Alex explained.
"How old are you Kit?" James asked.
"Kitty, and I'm sixteen and a third." Kitty informed him.
James smiled. "Just a year older." He commented. He then looked in the rearview mirror at Alex."You really care about your fam."
"Yea. I care about my brothers." Al agrreed. James coughed and looked back at Alex. "M-m-my brother and Laf."
"I'm your bwother." Laf said, kind of confused.
Alex shrugged. "Adopted. It doesn't really count Laf. We're from totally different families. You know that right?"
"Well... no. We are from the same famwily. The Washingtons." Laf stated. "So no, I don't know that."
"The Washingtons aren't his family. I am." James said, his voice obviously upset.
Laf made a face. "That's not true!" He wouldn't accept that Alex was saying he wasn't his brother. "We are brothers." He grabbed Alex's hand. "We are family." ((I GOT ALL MY SISTERS WITH ME! GET UP EVERYBODY AND SING!))
Kitty, respectfully, stayed silent during this, but couldn't handle it when James stepped in. "Guys. We're almost there. You ready?" She asked.
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Hamiltots
FanfictionHave you ever wondered what Alexander Hamilton would be like in modern times? As a kid? In this story where Thomas Jefferson always breaks the best crayons and George the third argues to be the King of the playground, Alex still struggles with...
