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

~Leebury~

🐶💛A New Pet❤🐱

"Sammy, what are you whining about, now?" Charles Lee looked over at his ginger-headed boyfriend, pouting on the couch. 

"It was that Alexander Hamilton guy again," Samuel Seabury, Charles' boyfriend, pursed his lips, crossing his arms. "Gosh darn it, he's so... Ugh!"

"True, his whole posse are just rambunctious assholes," Charles rolled his eyes, hopping onto the couch beside Sam. "Don't pay any of them any mind."

"But I can't even say anything, without him telling me my opinion means nothing! And he's just so arrogant! And..."

Charles rubbed Sam's back, before turning to kiss his shoulder. "Don't feel like it's only you he does this to. He literally cannot think about anyone else's feelings aside from his own. Same for his friends. Like that John Laurens kid. Oh my god! I literally just want to punch all of them in the face, sometimes."

Sam faintly chuckled, before going back to pouting. He brought his knees up to his chest, sighing dramatically as he rested his head in between them. Charles continued to rub circles into his boyfriend's back, as a sense of comfort.

"You know, since you're all sad and shit," Charles smirked at Sam, who looked at him quizzically, "we should y'know...get something to...brighten the atmosphere?"

Sam rolled his eyes, shifting away from Charles' grasp. "For the last time, Charlie, we aren't getting a dog!"

"But he'd be so cute!" Charles exclaimed, dropping to his knees as he slid onto the floor in front of Sam. "You know how much I fucking love dogs! I'll let you even pick him, or her, out if you want! It can be a rescue, even! See? We'd be doing good in the world, by saving it! Please, please, please!"

"I can't believe you are using my despair against me in order to try and get me to allow us to get a dog," Sam huffed, looking away from him. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

Charles pursed his lip, dragging himself over to Samuel, on his knees. He rested his head on his boyfriend's lap, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Sam avoided eye contact, knowing that if even dared so much as to look down, he'd end up losing this battle.

"We aren't getting a dog, that's final. You know how much I hate them," Sam glanced over at Charles for a split second, before regretting even doing just that. "You're enough of a dog for me to handle daily."

"But, Sammy! I haven't owned a dog since I lived with my parents!" Charles rubbed Sam's thigh, causing him to jump from being startled. "And I've missed having them around... Why do you even hate dogs so much, anyways?"

"B-Because, I do!" Sam exclaimed, taking his glasses off, so he could rub his eyes. "If we absolutely had to get a pet, couldn't it be like a cat, or something? I like cats..."

"You are not the man I married," Charles gasped, throwing the back of his hand up to his forehead, dramatically.

"W-Wha?" Sam stammered, scratching the back of his head. "We aren't married, Charlie."

"Yeah, because you prefer cats over dogs! What kind of monster are you?!"

Sam shook his head, laughing to himself. "One that has opinions, Charles."