Color My World : A Hamilton Fan Fiction

deal with the devil

Alex made her way to Historical Government, sunglasses taking up half of her face. She was so hung over, she actually flinched when Washington spoke. There were scattered chuckles at her jerk. She frowned.

Washington was giving a lecture about Lincoln's role during the Civil War when Jefferson walked in. He wore sunglasses as well, and he moved slowly as if he joints hurt. Everyone stared. He'd never been late before. Alex stared at him with wide eyes.

"Ah, Mr. Jefferson. Nice of you to finally join us." Professor Washington deadpanned. Jefferson winced at his booming voice.

"I'm sorry, Professor." he said quickly, sitting in the very back. Washington rolled his eyes and went back to his lecture.

Alex struggled to focus on taking notes when she could feel  Jefferson's eyes on her back. Her hand curled to rub her neck. She hadn't noticed the deep hickey forming on her collarbone. She felt herself flush, and move her overly large sweatshirt to cover it.

The class didn't seem to end fast enough. Alex was the first one out the door, but someone grabbed the hood of her sweatshirt.

"Alexandra." Jefferson snapped, yanking her off to the side. He was careful not to touch her. She sighed, eyes down.

"What." she said flatly. Jefferson rolled his eyes. She took off her sunglasses and propped them on the top of her head.

"Why are you acting like a child?" he inquired. Alex's head jerked up, her eyes narrowed.

"Fuck off, Jefferson." she sneered, hugging herself. Jefferson sighed.

"We have to talk about this." he said patiently. She rolled her eyes.

"No we don't." she said simply, turning to walk away. He reached out and grabbed her arm. She inhaled sharply as the world came into color. He didn't even look fazed. He pulled her to his chest, taking off his sunglasses with the other hand. His deep brown eyes were full of anger. 

"We. Are. Soulmates. Whether you like it or not. I'm not saying I want to be with you, but we need to figure out what we're gonna do. I'm not playing this game anymore." he said, expression serious. Alex, for once, didn't smart off. Jefferson licked his lips and sighed a little, looking away for a second. Alex sighed, as he let go.

"Last night was.. different from anything I've ever done. Its just because of us being drunk, because of the colors.. Not attraction." Alex said, and he nodded in agreement. Jefferson sighed again, his hands falling to his sides. The color drained from their vision, much to Jefferson's distaste.

"So what do we do? Because ever since I saw those damn colors, I haven't been able to focus." he groaned, hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Alex nodded in agreement and thought a moment. Something she was good at.

She snapped, eyes wide.

"I got it. Why don't we.. Schedule times to hang out. Get our fill of the colors. And then, once we're not.. as obsessed with it anymore, we can go back to our everyday lives. And never have to see each other again." she explained, eyes wild. Jefferson pondered this, before slowly smiling.

"I like that idea." he said, nodding vigorously. "If we see everything we want to in color, we won't need it so much."

Alex nodded, grinning ear to ear. Jefferson laughed, patting her back. He looked down and inhaled at the violent shade of magenta he was wearing.

"I look.." he began, eyes wide.

"Insane?" Alex supplied. Jefferson snorted.

"SEXY as ALL hell!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. Alex rolled her eyes, pulling her sunglasses down again.

"But let's be very clear. Last night cannot happen again." she said, voice tight. Jefferson winked.

"You'll have to try and resist me, I suppose." he teased. Alex felt her cheeks heat up. Jefferson gasped.

"Aw, she's blushing!" he crooned, making her pull away.

"Dick.." she muttered, walking away as he laughed.

God what she gotten into..

// heheh what i'd do to have daveed grab ME... ew i'm gross, god.