Hamilton Oneshots

Imaginary Friends

Riiiight, so I read a fanfic called Ghost Boy by johnlaurensmom (follow her nowwww xD) and holy fuck it was amazing so I'm not re-writing what she wrote, to manipulating it as my own. Alex can do the sam--- OH FUCK IT just read Ghost Boy before you read this so it makes sense and so no spoilers cos I might ruin the book wHoOpS

Ghost Boy link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/122692027-ghost-boy-lams

3rd POV

Everyone knew Alexander Hamilton for a few reasons. His writing, his debating, his hopeless romance (It's appalling) and another thing.

He was insane.

Not the 'I'm King George and I'll murder your family' insane. The 'I talk to the voices in my head' insane. Though, Alexander always says: "God, for the millionth time, I see dead people, fuckstick." No one believed him. When he says 'dead people', he's referring to his three best friends who died in a car crash two years back. Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan and John Laurens. 

John's POV 

We were in Alexander's bedroom waiting for his return from school. We had unorganized his papers purely to annoy him. Then we heard the front door shut. We all squeezed into the wardrobe.

"Hello? Guy- WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PAPERS!!" We all tried to stiffle a laugh. Then the doors swung open.

"Hey Alex..." Hercules smiled. Alex started wafting his arms around to shoo us. We all flew out. Lafayette spun out of control.

"So, this is important." I sat next to Alexander on his bed.

"What?" He asked. I made myself tangible and picked him up. I began to spin circles around the room.

"JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN!JOHN! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW! JOHN!JOHN!JOHN! PLEASE, PLEASE OH MY GOD PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN OTHERWISE YOU WONT SEE THE LIGHT OF FUCKING DAY TOMORROW!" He squealed like a girl. I decided I wasn't going to put him down and signalled Laf to open the window.

"John no..."

"John yes..."

"John oui..."

 "John yeah..."  And with that, I zipped out of the window, Laf and Herc close on my tail. We did this for a good five minutes before Alex calmed down. We talked as we flew over the New York City skyline. As we were flying over Brooklyn. I suddenly felt lighter. Then I heard it:

"JOHN! OH MY GOD, JOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHN!!!!!" I looked down to see Alex falling towards the water. I don't think I've ever moved that quickly in my death [ba dum tssss]...then I remembered something else.

Alexander can't swim.

I just watched him hit the water and I was still miles away.

[le time skip bc I'm a lazy fucker]

I turned Alexander's TV on. The news came on. I saw my best friend (from when I was alive) on the screen. Peggy. She said:

"This just in. Citizens see local college maniac fall from the sky. Maybe Alexander Hamilton isn't as crazy as we all thought. We asked witnesses to describe to us what happened."

Then George Washington, Alex's foster dad and the school head science prof., appeared onscreen.

"When Alexander said to us that 'he could see dead people'. We all thought he'd finally lost it. But if I have done my research correctly, he may be right. Nobody just flies like that, something has to make you fly. And if by dead people he means ghosts. He must've been carried by said ghosts and then dropped ."

If only they knew...

I didn't want to die.

I love Alexander...

(TWO WEEKS LATER IN THE LIVIN' ROOM STRESSIN')

I sat in the living room. It was only a matter of time before we found out Alex was dead. We heard a door open. Then the living room door opened.

"I'm back BITCHES!" Alexander flew in and screeched.

I knew he wouldn't just leave me.