Random Hamilton Trash

Jamilton - Take a Break

(Thanks for the idea and suggestion Nataliaisafangirl)

Alexander's POV

Write, write, write.

That's all I've done for a week straight,  or was it 2 weeks? I honestly am not sure anymore. I'm tired, my arms sore. I feel like I'm going to puke.

People normally bug me about how I write to much, and how it'll bite me in the a$$ later in life. I think it finally has. I feel like if I stop writing, everything will break. Even my mind.

I'm so nervous and scared, I have to win. I can't loose! I.. I can't.

"Hamilton?"

I snap out of my trance. Jefferson, why is he here? "What are you doing here?" I ask, grunting. Jefferson seems taken back by my attitude. "Just wanted to check on you.. I haven't seen y'all since well.. 3 weeks ago. "

3 weeks? Huh.

"I'm fine Jefferson." I answer, lowering my quill, ink staining my spare paper pile.

"Dammit.."

Jefferson chuckles to himself, "What's wrong?" He walks over to me, leaning against my desk. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."

I slowly slide his hand off. "Why? Out of all people.. You come to see if I'm okay? Is this some kind of sick game!?" I stand up from my seat, shoving him against the wall. "Who do you think you are Jefferson?! Huh!?" I begin yelling in his face.

Jefferson throws me away, I stumble and fall to the ground. "Don't touch me Hamilton.." He growls. I grow scared, tears form in the rim of my eyes.

".. Sorry." We both say at the same time.

I glance up at him, then get up. "You can talk to me." He purrs in my ear, grabbing me by the shoulders. I shiver.

"I.. " I spill, "I just can't loose this Jefferson. I can't do this! I just need help, but no one will help me because they all think I'm mad, if I loose I will disappoint my parents and friends! My wife.. My.. Son...  My-"

Jefferson's soft lips meet mine, "Shh.. Just.. Shut up Hamilton. Talk less.." He slowly pulls away, lifting my chin. His voice is calming, his tone satisfying.

Wait, did he just say talk less?

All the sudden everything turns bright, not as serious.

"Smile more.. " I pull away, "Stop PULLING A BURR!" Thomas giggles, "Sorry, I just love seeing you angry." He purrs once me.

"Also seeing you blush, bye Hamilton~~"

I feel my face, dammit Jefferson! I get up and chase after him, he and I laugh. I catch him, tackling him to the ground. He pecks my forehead.

Maybe sometimes it is good to take a break.