*August 29th at 8:42 am*
TommyThomsan: I hate this already.
JemmyBoy: What do you mean?
TommyThomsan: He is a fucking workaholic still. I had to force him to go to bed at 1 something in the morning because he was working on an essay for NEXT WEEK
JemmyBoy: Sounds like something that would happen. This is Hamilton we are talking about.
TommyThomsan: It sucks. I could barely sleep with how loud he was typing! HOW CAN SOMEONE TYPE THAT LOUD!
JemmyBoy: Are you in class?
TommyThomsan: Yeah, but I'm doing this while I listen. I can do that you know.
JemmyBoy: sure you can. Prove it.
TommyThomsan: Can't right now. I have to go up with Hamilton to debate about immigrants.
JemmyBoy: Be careful, don't say anything mean.
TommyThomsan: I will try.
*Seen at 8:59 am*
TommyThomsan: Shit, I fucked up...
*seen at 9:32 am*
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Texting You~A Jamilton Fanfiction (modern AU)
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