Alex's POV:
The Squad™ all went back leaving Alex at home, waiting for the rest of his household to show up. Washingdad had reappeared and was exploring the house since he wasn't exactly there when they moved.
"HAMILTURD!" The sound of the door slamming shut had startled him, and he was up in his room! Racing downstairs, Alex comes face to face with a furious Thomas, a meek James behind him, and an Aaron holding a book that appears to care less about the situation. Thomas was angrily tapping his foot until Alex makes his way into the fuming man's line of sight. "You're in charge of taking care of the writing in this house; that includes going over and relaying any information that may concern me in the New York Post! Why didn't you inform me that the Prince is engaged?!" Thomas, at this point, had thrust a rolled up newspaper into Alex's chest.
Alex catches the side-long glance that passes between James and Aaron before shooting sympathetic looks at Alex. "I...uh...well...I-"
"I'm waiting."
"I was busy..."
"For the whole day? With what?" Alex doesn't miss the skeptic glare directed toward him.
"Uh..." think quick "...getting us a stay in the castle?" Thomas perks up and seems to nod in approval. Now I need to follow through. Wait a minute. "You know it would be easier if I had a phone I could text on." Jefferson considers it for a moment then nods in agreement. Apparently he values power a bit more than making my life difficult.
Jefferson leaves for a minute and when he returns, he has an IPhone X with him. Clever, X is the Roman numeral for "10" and it's the tenth phone. Goddangit he knows I don't like the number 10. "Here. Do whatever you need to do. Boys," he turns to Burr and Madison shoot, I forgot they were there, "let's go get some appropriate outfits for our stay." And then the fluffy haired noodle sashayed out of the room with the other two trailing behind, leaving for their clothing adventure.
"UGGGGHHH I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! SOMEONE JUST SHOOT ME NOW!" It seemed that He had dug himself into a hole.
"NO! DON'T DO GUNS, SON!" Oh cool. George Washington is back. Having him here is always an experience. Boy oh boy. Wow. Be prepared for the Washingdad jokes. "But seriously. I don't see the issue. John loves you. I'm sure if you just text and ask him, with that new phone of yours, he would let you stay at the castle. Just think if you accomplish this, Thomas might take a break on you."
"Yes, I know, that's the problem. John doesn't just call the shots, he would have to go through his father, the homophobe."
"Just talk it out. You guys can figure something out."
"Sigh fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine."
"D'AWWWWWW I LOVE MY GAY SON. But seriously, be smart and don't mess with guns, make me proud. I wouldn't want a dead gay son; although I would still love you."
"Uh huh. I'll go do that now, just stop and go, please." George literally beams at Alex and gives an approving nod before zapping to wherever.
He grabs his new phone and his old flip phone with Princey's number in it. Even though he wasn't supposed to have other's numbers, Hercules had put a spell on it so no one else could see the contact. Transferring the information, Alex gayly but softly smiles to himself, he clicks 'save contact': Princey❤️👑💙.
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AN: I made way too many references in this chapter. Well, more than usual. Okay, maybe just as much as usual. Also you may be able to tell but I was watching Thomas Sanders while writing part of this. Also I'm on Winter Break and Christmas is over so as presents to y'all I'm going to update more.
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Hamilella (Lams! Modern Cinderella AU)
Fanfiction(Inspired by a comment chain.) After his mother and father unexpectedly dies, his cruel stepfather, Thomas Jefferson, and his stepbrothers, James and Aaron, take control of the household-reducing Alexander to a scribe/secretary for them. So when a...
