Alexander sat staring at his computer, growling as he went through the angry emails Thomas had sent him.
"Fuckin Jefferson, always on my case."
The bedroom door opened, and Alex's best friend and boyfriend, John Laurens stood on the doorway.
"Babe, take a goddamn break from Jefferson," he huffed, crossing his arms. There was something about John that Alex couldn't understand, and that happened to be the fact that he was normally able to make the working freak take a twenty five minute nap at least.
"You're always going on about Thomas. Just, I don't know, write something that isn't work related?"
Alexander cocked an eyebrow. This was a first.
"Like, what are you talking about? A story or something?"
"Exactly that!" John exclaimed, moving into the room and sitting on Alexander's lap. "I don't have any titles, though."
"Okay, well, we can name it later."
"But.. um..."
After at least an hour of thinking of a plot, the problem, the characters and such, Thomas Jefferson had gotten tired of Hamilton not responding and left his email alone. The story took Alex and John three days to write before they sent it off to a publishing company.
To be quite honest, the story became rather popular. It somehow gained 50 million copies sold, eventually leading to a sequel.
John and Alex were at a dinner party one night as a celebration for the amount sold.
"I'd like to thank everyone here for reading our story," Alexander started, raising his wine glass to John.
"Untitled." The freckled boy had whispered, silently telling his lover that the pair would be in the bedroom that night.
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Hamilton One-Shots For Your Soul
FanfictionI'm tired and bored and cold. Mostly Kingbury because I strive for it. *Requests Open* -Smut- -Fluff- -x Reader?- I don't update this consistently, just when I feel like it.
