Not Throwing Away My One-Shot (Hamilton One-Shot Book) {REQUESTS: OPEN}

~Jeffmads~

💜School Musical💙

Thomas Jefferson, a senior in High School, paced outside the doors of the auditorium. Frequently, the seventeen-year old jock would glance down at his wristwatch, mumbling the time to himself. When his watch showed that it was a minute from the end of the school day, he hurriedly grabbed his bag and proceeded to slowly open the doors to the auditorium.

Ring!

The final school-bell rung, signifying the end of the day, as people flooded the hallways to leave. Thomas slipped into the auditorium as quickly as humanly possible, sighing heavily out of relief. There were already few people in there, reading through papers, sneaking a bag of snacks, or just chatting with one another. Before he knew it, more people were piling in through the door, chucking their bags in front of the stage, and laughing and joking around. Feeling a bit anxious, Thomas slipped off his letterman jacket, hiding it underneath his bookbag, which he also set in front of the stage. He could see some people staring at him, which he just brushed off and ignored, yet remained fearful about what they could be thinking about him.

"Hello, everybody! Glad to see you all could be here!" A young, fair-skinned male stood on stage, and clapped his hands, earning the attention of everybody in the theatre. He caught the eye of Thomas, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "Well...most of you, that is..."

"If ya didn't want me here, Alex, you coulda just cut me from the cast list. And not cast me as the lead male," Thomas retaliated, causing a few 'ooh's to erupt in the auditorium. "But, all that aside, isn't this supposed to be a group effort, and we all have to get along, in order to put on this musical?"

"Why did you even audition?" The young teen, Alex, cocked an eyebrow, jumping down from the stage, glaring daggers at Thomas. "It's not often we get the captain of the football team, auditioning for the lead role in our annual musical. So, what's the ulterior motive, Jefferson? Trying to find a way to flirt with all the girls here?"

That was a question Thomas was unsure how to respond to. There was actually an ulterior motive for auditioning, for the first time in his High School career. However, it most certainly wasn't to impress some girl...

'Guy, maybe', Thomas thought, biting his lip. 'I mean, what?'

"Can't y'all just leave a guy be?" Thomas lightly shoved Alex away, looking down in embarrassment. "I saw that y'all were doin' West Side Story, which is a freakin' good show, and so I auditioned! Jocks can be thespians, as well. I ain't some stereotype."

"Yeah, but, y'all sure as hell a stereotype for bein' from the south an' all," Alex chuckled, mimicking Thomas' southern dialect.

"Your little boyfriend is from the South as well," Thomas smirked, looking around to see if Alex's boyfriend, John, was around- which he indeed was. "So, you're gonna be makin' fun of his dialect as well, by insultin' me."

"Yeah, but John is hot, and you're an asshole soooo," Alex stuck his tongue out, before spinning around, and grabbing a script off of the stage. "Anyway! Back to the musical. So..."

Alex went off on explaining rules and how things were going to work out. Meanwhile, Thomas got distracted by a face in the crowd. A short, dark-skinned teenage boy, reading through his script. Thomas took in a deep breath, strolling casually- as possible- over to him.

Thomas stood there, attempting to start conversation by just staring at him, instead of actually speaking. Unfortunately, the staring tactic doesn't work well with people who are engaged in what they are reading (or ever, really). So, instead, he ended up just clearing his throat, and giving a small wave to the boy as he looked up at Thomas.

"Hi, I'm Thomas Jefferson, you may have seen me around school," he nervously laughed, scratching the back of his head. "James Madison, right?"

"Yup," the boy, James, smiled, closing his script. "How'd you know my name?"

"Well, I-I," Thomas got much more nervous, and began to panic, "Uh...I just heard about you and stuff..."

The truth was, Thomas was fascinated with James. He's had a crush on the 5'4" teenage boy since his Sophomore year. But, he's never had the courage to go up and talk to him. Actually, James Madison was the reason Thomas was here at all.

See, James had been a part of the school's theatre productions since his Freshman year. And, Thomas hasn't missed a show. And, since he was a Senior now, and going off to College once he graduated, there was a chance he wouldn't be given the chance to approach the boy he has been infatuated with. So, auditioning for the school musical was his best bet.

"So, Thomas, was it?" After Thomas gave him a quick nod of confirmation, James hopped up onto the edge of the stage to sit. "I saw you got the male lead. In your first year? That's crazy! You must've done amazing."

"Yeah," he chuckled, scratching his forearm, "surprised me as well. I barely expected to even be here."

"You're captain of the football team, right?" James asked, and Thomas immediately looked down at his hands. He was afraid of something like this coming up. It was the very reason he hid his letterman jacket in the first place.

"Yup, that's me..," he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

"Cool. You know, I go to all of your team's games," James smiled, before pulling out a handkerchief. But instead of blowing his nose, he doodled on it with a Sharpie. "You're really good out there, on the field.

Thomas was shocked to hear that. James came to all of his games; like he went to all of his performances? How come he's never noticed the boy on the bleachers? Maybe because he wasn't looking for him... He'd have to keep an eye out for him next time he plays...

"Wow, uh, thanks," Thomas smiled back at him, and James had to look away and hide his face, for some unknown reason.

"Well...anyways--"

James was cut off by Alex stomping over, and glaring at the two of them. "Hey! I'm trying to talk here!"

"Listen, 'ere shortstop--" Thomas started.

"Now who's the one insultin' their little boyfriend, while jabbing at me?" Alex chuckled, as both Thomas and James stared at him wide-eyed.

"Boyfriend?!"

"Whatever, just shut up," Alex smirked, walking away, and returning to his lecture.

James coughed, jumping from the stage. "I better get back to practicing my lines... Hey, here, take this for me will ya?"

He folded up the handkerchief, placing it in Thomas' hands. After he walked away, Thomas looked down at the handkerchief, in confusion. Why have him hold onto this? Trying to spread germs?

Unfolding it, he found it had somewhat smudged writing written on the back of it, in permanent marker. James had left him a message, that caused Thomas' heart to melt.

"If you ever wanna talk more, hit me up at XXX-XXX-XXXX! Always free to talk! :) -J.Mads."

Thomas had to refrain from exclaiming a, 'score!', since he was still in the auditorium. But, everyday afterschool, from now on, was going to be the best four hours of his life.

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