The Second Shot

Chapter Nine

"George! George!" Hamilton yelled, opening the door with the spare key Eacker had given him and running to find the man.

"What?" Eacker asked, looking up from the paperwork he had to do for the fire station he worked at.

"Ok, so Lafayette and I were there for the whole 'Jefferson's family has come to see him' thing since my dad works for him, and you will not believe what Lafayette did!" Hamilton yelled, stomping around the kitchen and tracking snow in.

"Take off your boots before you tell me, you've brought enough snow into my kitchen for today." Eacker replied.

Hamilton did as he was told and put his boots near the fire, as well as hanging up his cloak on a hook before he sat down with Eacker at the table.

"So Lafayette and I were there, and so were Jefferson's kids- some of which he apparently had with one of his slaves- and it was boring as Hell, but then one of Jefferson's kids, Eston or something, comes over to us!" Hamilton ranted.

"Oh no, that bitch totally crossed some boundaries, how dare he talk to you." Eacker said sarcastically.

"No, that's not the problem! The problem is that Lafayette totally fell head over heels for him!"

"Oh no, Lafayette's in love. The world is ending, whatever will we do?" Eacker said in the same sarcastic tone.

"But he's in love with a Jefferson!"

"So?"

"Jefferson is a horrible person, and so are his kids! That bitch is just going to hurt Lafayette!" Hamilton yelled, slamming his hand on the table and making the salt and pepper shakers rattle.

"Don't you think you might be overreacting just a bit?" Eacker asked, looking up at Hamilton. He noticed the flush on Hamilton's face from the cold, as well as the melting snowflakes in his hair, and quickly looked back down at his paperwork.

"I just don't want my cousin to get hurt." Hamilton sighed "And I'm afraid this Jefferson boy will hurt him."

A few minutes of silence passed, the only sound being the scratching of Eacker's quill on the paper.

"By the way," Eacker finally said "did you call me by my first name when you stormed in here?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Hamilton said, crossing his arms and looking away.

Eacker could have been mistaken, but the blush on Hamilton's cheeks seemed a bit more red.