Forgotten Love- Jamilton

Chapter 1: Restart

Thomas POV

"So I dreamt it all? All of it?" I ask Madison. I told him about my dream, which was pretty real. He nods "yes, I don't know if I should be sorry." I sigh. Why did it have to be a dream. It felt so real. I want it to be real. I want Alexander by my side. But he hates me so what's the point?  I sigh "It's weird... I don't even like him." I lied. Since I woke up. I want him. I need him. "Yeah" Madison continued "I remember all your long rants" he laughs. I faked a chuckle. Those rants were really harsh. Too harsh for my liking. "The doctor says you'll have to stay here for a couple of weeks. Just in time for college" Madison explained. I nodded and lay back on my bed. I stare at the ceiling while James is talking. I didn't really listen, since I don't care. I drift to sleep, hoping that this was a dream. That I'll wake up next to Alexander and Philip by my side, Alex holding my hand tightly. He would say "Tommy Pip and I were so scared. But you're alive and breathing" His smile brighter than the sun.

~Time Skip~

Princeton College. I sigh as I walk to the main desk to get my dorm number and dorm key. I pick up my key and look at the dorm number. 1789.Just like my dream. I walk up the stairs till I enter the 17th floor. I pant out of breath and walk down the hall looking for my dorm. I find a dorm and look at the dorm number and say with a soft whisper "1789". I unlock the door and enter the dorm. It's wooden floors creak as I step on them. The walls are painted a nice shade of purple, and windows hidden by white currents. There's a brown, leather couch on the right side of the dorm with a big TV in front of it on a brown wooden shelf with scented candles next to both sides of the TV. A tall, metal book shelf stood next to the shelf with the TV. A kitchen on the left side of the dorm being separated by the black and white stone tiles placed like a chess board. A white kitchen island in the middle of the tiles in front of the black stove. A microwave placed over the stove, surrounded by many cabinets. The big black refrigerator stood on the right, next to the stove. On the left of the oven, counters with a basket of fruits, a coffee maker, a water cooker and a knife holder with many sharp knives placed in it. I walk to the fridge and grip the handles, pulling the doors open. A small, cool breeze blows on my face, and I see that there's nothing in the fridge. I sigh think Looks like I need to go grocery shopping. I walk to the room and pick the room at the left. I open the door and look around. The walls are painted a beautiful shade of magenta. In the middle, theres a queen bed with white bed sheets and black pillows and blanket. A closet on the right of the room and a window on the left. A nightstand with a white lamp stood next to the bed. I throw my bag and luggage on the bed and start to unpack. That's when I here the front door opening and closing. I get a small sense of déjà vu, as a peek my head out of the room. Alexander Hamilton stood at the door, just like in my dream. Okay this is weird I thought To myself. He had a green jacket on with a white shirt underneath. He wore grey yoga pants and white sketchers I assume. His hair was tied in a tight messy bun, strains of hair hanging out. Hamilton and I made eye contact and he let out a loud, long groan and said "Great. Just Fucking great." I sigh. He storms to his room but before he closes the door, I slid my foot in the gap and asked "Can we talk?" I heard him sigh as he opens the door. "what is it?", he asks sternly. I can see the dark rings under his eyes, he need to get more sleep. I scratched the back of my head and asked "Can we maybe restart? (Rooooll credits)" He looks at me confused "What?" "Can we try to be friends?" I look at him. After a small pause he answers still confused "Sure?"

(A/n Bleh this was crappy and half of it was description but i don't care it was fun to write this chapter!)

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