Hamilton One Shots

{Jamilton} Little Things Matter (25)

▲▽Alexander Hamilton's P.O.V.▼△
★Modern AU★
★・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★

My eyes landed on the couple that sat a few tables away from where I sat.  They enjoyed their time, their eyes shining with passion and care as they laughed with each other.  I looked back down at my menu, trying to look busy as I waited for a bit longer. 

"Are you still waiting for someone, sir?" The waitress came back, a pen and paper in her hands as she stared at me, her smile appearing fake on her face. 

"Uh, no.  Can I have the check, please?" I ask her and she nods, walking off to get the check.  I sighed and sipped on the wine I wanted to share with my date that never showed.  I looked at the empty seat that sat across from me.  The waitress came back with the check and let me be.  I put money down on the table with frustration and got up, leaving the restaurant with what confidence I could muster. 

I got to my car and got in.  I sat there for a second before tears sprung to my eyes.  He was an hour and a half late, of course.  I sat there while others went on with their dinners, enjoying their company. 

After a few seconds, anger took over and I slammed my hands on the steering wheel with frustration.  After slamming on it a few times, I became weaker under the sadness and I let sobs escape my lips.  I stopped myself from slamming on the wheel and kept sobbing. 

A few minutes passed and I stopped crying.  I started the car and drove home, my eyes red and bloodshot from crying.  I watched as the cars zoomed by, my eyes on the road. 

I got to my dorm building and killed the engine.  My eyes wandered up the building, hoping my roommate wasn't home as I slowly got myself out of the car. 

I walked up to my room and walked straight in, knowing now that my roommate was home.  "Hamilton, how was your date?" Thomas Jefferson looked at me from where he sat on the couch, his arm on the back and the other hand in a bowl of popcorn. 

"They didn't show," I murmur and place my keys on the counter.  The reply was silent as I made my way to my room.  "Go ahead and eat, I already ate at the restaurant," I lied, walking into my room and shutting the door quietly.  

I stripped of my fancy clothes and placed on pajamas with a drawn out sigh.  I lazily made my way to my bed and faceplanted into the mattress with emotions clouding my vision. I let the feelings consume me as I tried to drift off to sleep.

I slept in a light sleep before a knock was heard at my door. "Mon ami?" A french voice called quietly.

"Laf, what are you doing here?" I murmured in a tired, quiet tone as the Frenchman opened the door slowly.

"You said we could come over after your date. Did you forget, mon ami?" Lafayette walked into the room, his voice still low.

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to remember. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just really tired."

"Do you want us to go?" John's voice called from the door.

"No, no. It's alright for you to stay," I called back, getting out of bed. "Just give me a second, 'kay?"

Lafayette left the room and closed the door on his way out. I looked at myself in the mirror in my room and quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail. I tried to make my eyes look less red than before, looking at myself with a frown.