Today was the day. The last day of school for the rest of the year,,,,till January.
Last week when Eliza had sent the letter to John, John wrote back and they both decided that him and the Schuylers should meet up. I wanted to come along so badly but I knew they had to talk to each other in person, it had been a while. Besides, I don't know John as well as they do.
"Bonjour Alex!" Lafayette walked up. I went back to reality. I guess I got lost in my thoughts. Laf was wearing a festive Christmas sweater. It was red with white reindeers hopping up and down on it.
"Bonjour," I responded. Laf giggled,
"Nice sweater."
"Merci! I told Herc to get the same one so we could match-"
"Laf!" Herc confidently walked over.. wearing the most hideous sweater ever. There were so many colours that didn't match on it. I don't think there was a single Christmas colour on it either.
"What the fuck are you wearing?!" Laf gasped.
"Is this not the sweater you wanted me to get?" He looked down on his sweater.
"Non. Not at all. I wanted you to get this sweater!" Laf point to his sweater. Hercules scratched his chin.
"I swear someone told me to get this one.. who was I talking to?" He looked intensely at... something.
"Hah, well I better head to my next class. See ya." I wave my hand.
"Au revoir." Herc responded.
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"Alright class, I know you are all aware that today is the last day of school for winter break," everyone cheered, that made Mr. Washington smile a little.
"So today is the last day you can write to your pen pal for winter break." My jaw dropped.
I can't not write to John for that long. I need to think of something.
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Mr. Washington had handed out sheets of paper, most people already finished but I was still working on mine.
There has to be way we can talk over the break. I could still write letters? Nah, too much work. I'm used to just writing the letter and Mr. Washington doing the rest. There should be an easier way to writing him, something faster... Oh my god, texting!! Obviously! Why didn't you think of this quicker... dumbass.
Dear John,
Today is my last day at school for winter break. Well, when you receive it won't be my last day anymore, but y'know. That is, if you can receive this. Hopefully. I don't know. If somehow you receive this letter,
957 395 1043
So we can still talk. We can text to each other, at the same time! Instead of waiting for responses, we'll receive them immediately! I'm excited.
But if you get this letter AFTER winter break,
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year.
Alex.
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Herc, Laf, and I were in my apartment. Herc and Laf we're decorating my tree and I was pacing around.
"Hey Alex, can you like, help out? This is your tree after all." Lafayette rolled his eyes.
"No!! I'm thinking."
"Why?" Herc casually asks.
"Because there's a high chance that my pen pal won't get my letter which means we can't talk over the break which is 2 weeks which is too long which is making me stress when should he get the letter,, that is if he gets it but still when even is his break is it the same as ours-"
"Calm. Down." Laf interrupted. I closed my mouth.
"Would it make you feel better if I made cookies?" Laf threw his hands on his hips.
I nodded.
"Then decorate your fucking tree. I'm going to the kitchen." He stomped.
I pouted, slowly walking over to the tree.
I turn my head to Herc, I noticed he was hanging this pig ornament on a branch of the tree.
"Where the hell did you get that?" Herc glared at me than continued on what he was doing.
"Seriously? Where the fuck do you get these ugly ass things? The emoji costume, the sweater, and now that?!"
"HEY. That's mean." He shot back.
"Like I give a shit." I rolled my eyes.
"You know what? Imma bout to say it." He pointed his finger at me.
"Go, say it."
"I bet you're on the naughty list." He waved his finger at me.
"The fuck- stap waving yo finger around-" I slapped his finger away from me.
"Oh you definitely on the BAD list.. punk." He muttered.
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The tree was decorated, the cookies were baked, bam. Perfect Christmas. Well, almost Christmas. We were watching my favourite Christmas movie, Santa Clause.
Laf and Herc already fell asleep. They were so cute. Lafayette was curled up on Hercules' lap. And me, on the other side of the couch still watching, eating cookies at the same time.
I wish I wasn't single. oof. Oh well.
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It's Tuesday afternoon. I was doing what most anti-social people would do, laying down scrolling through my phone. I was looking through Instagram, people I never talk to but I still follow them on Instagram had been posting pictures of them on vacation or hanging out with 1 million friends. I suddenly receive a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: hello ?
Alexander: ..Who's this?
Unknown: is this alexander? alexander hamilton?
Alexander: Yes..
Unknown: hey
Unknown: its john
Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy fuck. He actually got the letter. I'm ACTUALLY talking to John right now, live. I'm shaking. I added John to my contacts.
Alexander: Holy shit.
Alexander: This is so weird.
John: ikr
John: but im rlly happy
Alexander: Me too.
Alexander: How'd you get my letter?
John: my last day was actually yesterday
Alexander: Ohh. Makes sense.
Alexander: BUT HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!!
John: :)
Alexander: What should we talk about? We could literally talk about anything right now and not have to wait for responses!! Well we still do, but not for days!! Only few minutes!! Or less!!
John: haha,, so what you want to talk abt?
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John and I had been texting each other for almost 4 hours now. We had to stop because he had to get ready for his shift at McDonald's. But it was so much fun! He's actually really funny. He told me about when he met up with the Schuylers, Samuel, school, teachers, work, friends, favourite things!! Like favourite food, animal, teacher, celebrity, subject, dog breed, etc.. It was great!! Hopefully his shift isn't too long, I wanna text him again.
An: act 1 is prolly rlly boring atm but when act 2 comes in ill try to make it more interesting,,, more drama than these little stories..
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