Feelings || John Laurens + Alexander Hamilton.

10- That boy is mine.

Alexander
(its been a while)

I did it. John is mine. I have something here. I have something to live for. Today is the last free day we have before classes start again. Tomorrow, they're nice and early. Im nervous to start, but my education is my key. John is wrapped in my arms. He's looking at me. Something about him, is just comforting. We're basically the same height, I measure like an inch and a half taller. He's the cutest thing. Don't let it fool you, that adorable freckled boy. He'll kill you.

"Alex." He smiled. "Yes, princess?" I stroked his hair. "Why did you choose me?" He asked. I held his freckled hands. They're beautiful like him. "What could you possibly mean my dear Laurens?" "I mean, why me? Why do you like me?"

I chuckled slightly. "Is that a joke sunshine? I love you. Youre beautiful. Your freckles are like stars, shining all over the night sky. Like splats of beautiful paint and and artist chose your body as the canvas for his most beautiful masterpiece. Your hair is like a soft blanket of fluff that I can lay in all day. Your voice is the melody to every harmony. Your eyes are like the deepest ocean, blue and green, sparkling with life. Each detail on your body that I have yet to discover. Your body is an unmapped masterpiece that is calling for me to get lost in each curve and winding road. You are art, John Laurens. Untouchable, perfect, art." I smile. There are tears in his eyes.

"Alex, thankyou." He hugs me, crawling on top of me. I sit up to kiss him. "I love you." "I love you too." He smiled.

For the rest of the day, at least until 8:00, you can conclude what we did.

Exactly. Nothing, the only time we got out of bed was to eat, or pee, after that? Just laying in eachothers limbs, with a mix of blankets and pillows. "Y'know twin beds are really tiny." John said. I chuckled and ruffled his hair up a bit. "Mhm. So I see." He smiled a cheesy smile with a blush spread across his cheeks. There was a knock on the door.

"Mmmnnh, who can it be this time!" John groaned. "Dont know, but we're not rude, cover up." I threw a shirt on and he threw a blanket on. No, get your mind out of the gutter, he wasnt naked, though I wish he were. I opened the door. "Peggy, come on in."

"Guys! I have a crisis!" She sat on the couch. Yep, thats a Peggy outfit. A yellow long sleeved shirt, baby blue jeans, and slippers, well, moccasins. Even in the winter, she dressed like a ray of sunshine. No one can complain, she brings light. Her hair was in the usual ponytail, this time with a yellow headband around her head. It suits her. Its just- Peggy.

"Girlfriend tell me all about it." John said jokingly perky. She laughed. "Okay so you know that girl Maria, like really really sexy, short, adorable, Maria?" "Reynolds? Yeah, she went to highschool with us, obviously."

Reynolds? Maria Reynolds? My friend who got deported and I never got to say goodbye? That Maria? Impossible.

"Did you say, short, beautiful, Maria Reynolds?" I asked. "Alex, I know your bi, but come on, you're my boyfriend." John pouted. "No, no. Not that. Maria, if this is the one I think it is, she was my best friend! But she got deported. Her parents were born in Nevis, but while her mother was pregnant, very early, they moved to the U.S, and had Maria, while she was 3 months old, they moved back, to raise her in Nevis, but in 7th grade, she got sent back, with her parents, and I just never got to say goodbye. That was right before the hurricane, we were 12.. I never knew it was New York she moved to!"

"Alex. You got the right Maria, she came here in 7th grade, not long after I moved from South Carolina, but we didn't know her until Sophomore year, even then, she was more like an occasional aquaintance, not really a part of our revolutionary group." John admitted.