John ran. He ran as fast as he could. His feet carried him wherever. John didn't know where he was going.
Why did he do that?
Why the fuck?
Why the fuck would he say that to Alexander.
He never meant it, it just-
...slipped out.
He ran so fast that he didn't notice the zooming car rushing towards him. Or it seemed like he was the one rushing toward the car.
Suddenly there's a crash and a boom. All sorts of noises. The breaks slamming, John's heavy breaths, the car door slamming, John falling on the floor.
John didn't hear any of that. His mind completely blank and so was his expression.
He thought he deserved it. For being so horrible to Alexander. But a small part of him thought it was Alexander's fault.
Whoever's fault it was, John was unconscious with a small drips of blood rushing down his side.
The last thing he heard was shouts and screams and sirens of an ambulance.
****
John woke up.
His ears ringing and his head hurting. He had bandages on his side and his right arm.
'What happened?' he had thought.
But before he could figure out, the doctor emerged into the room.
"Ah, Mr Laurens. I see you are finally awake!"
"What time is it? What happened?" He curiously exclaimed.
"Take it easy. You were hit by a car, couple of your ribs seem to be broken and you also had a small slit on your side. Your arm is pretty damaged, too"
"Oh fuck" John mumbles and holds his head in his hands.
"You have a couple of checkups later. You may rest for now"
"Thanks" He replies as the doctor leaves the room.
John just laid there. Staring you at the ceiling. Thinking. Thinking about what Alex was doing. How was he? Was he alright?
John was like that. He cared about people too much. Too much that he forgot to care about himself. Was he serially wondering if Alexander was alright, when he's the one laying with broken ribs? Yes. The answer is yes.
****
"Hello is this Alexander Hambilton?"
"Um no, but it's Alexander Hamilton"
"Ah yes that's the one, sorry. Are you aware of anyone named John Laurens?"
"Uh y-yes"
"Well you see-"
OK storytime. so on snapchat I put up a photo of my hamilton art and this girl called Seren replied "OMG HAMILTON" and I was like "HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE HAMILTON" she was like "OMG SAME " and I was so happy because literally NO ONE knows who Alexander hamilton is, let alone know about the actual musical. I never had a hamilfriend and its so cool to have one now. We've only talked like twice before this happened. her fav character is angelica and her favourite songs are non-stop, it's quiet uptown and the election of 1800. it's so exciting because I live in plymouth, England and it's a small city so meeting someone who's obssesed with 1700 founding fathers is rare lmao. Sorry for a late update <3
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Fanfiction"He desired to have Laurens' intoxicating touch examine his body. Oh how he wished to have those sharp nails dig into his back. And how he wished Johny Boy would softly moan his name or how he would faintly pull on Alexander's neck with his teeth, l...
