•~Political Paradise~• (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Chapter 3: Alexander Hamilton and His Family

   Y/N's POV

   Milk. Something that me and Dad needed, and something we didn't have. (Yes, Dad's a single dad.) (YO, it's Artzee from the future. Everyone stop commenting about Martha. She's dead in this story apparently, all right? I wrote it like a year ago so dhdhdhdh chill.) So, it was my solemn duty to get some.

   There was a market that was walking distance away from my and Dad's mansion, so I set out to go there.

   The Virginian scenery astounded me as I walked. I never noticed how lucky I was to have such a great home.

   But, while I was daydreaming about the scenery, I, again, bumped into someone.

   I honestly have no idea what my problem is.

   I looked up at the person that I had just bumped into, and he looked oddly familiar. Short dude, five-o'clock-shadow type of goatee, had brown hair tied up into a ponytail, and a green coat.

   Alexander Hamilton.

   Hey, I'm a founding father nerd, okay?! Sue me!

   "Oh! My apologies, miss," Alexander apologized, smiling.

   "Oh, no, sir. It was my fault," I smiled back.

   Alex smiled and was about to walk away, when I dropped the question on him.

   "Hey, are you Alexander Hamilton?"

   I already knew the answer to that particular question, but I asked anyway. Just to make sure that I didn't ask for some random fellow's autograph or something.

   Alexander turned around, smiling. He was a very smiley person, looking back on it.

   "Why, yes I am. And who might you be?"

   "Y/N Washington, sir," I said, curtsying. I didn't really have a dress on; it was more of a blouse, but you get the gesture that I was trying to make.

   "Ah," Alexander nodded, fiddling with his emerald coat. "Jefferson has told me a lot about you." He didn't seem to care that I was George Washington's offspring.

   It had been a few days since Thomas had moved into Monticello, so I was shocked that Thomas went on blabbing to Alexander so quick.

   "Oh, he told you about me?" I squeaked, blushing a fair amount.

   Alex nodded, laughing. "He wouldn't stop telling me about you." He looked at me, an amused expression crossing his features. "And from the way you're blushing right now, I can pretty much guarantee that you feel the same way that I reckon Jefferson feels about you."

   I playfully punched Alexander's arm. "Oh, stop."

   Then, a light bulb went off in my tiny brain. "Hey, Alex?" I asked.

   "Yeah?"

   "Would you like to come to the market with me?"

   He smiled and offered me his hand. "I would love to, Y/N. Shall we?"

   I accepted it and nodded, walking with him the rest of the distance to the market.

(Also, instead of Jefferson going to New York immediately, Hamilton visits Virginia until Jeffy moves. Try to keep up! XD)

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   We arrived at the market, and we shopped for the necessities, along with a few snacks and luxuries here and there.

   When we were checking out, Alexander turned to me. "Hey, Y/N?" he asked as he put celery on the counter.

   "Yeah?"