More Like A Memory

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^ Credit to lemonnfemm on ig!! ^

John POV

"Mr.Laurens, your partner is... Alexander Hamilton!" Mr.Washington announced.

I groaned.

Alexander Hamilton was Mr.Washington's son, and a huge nerd. He didn't have any friends that I knew of, but was actually pretty hot.

Him and I made eye contact, but we instantly broke it.

After Mr.Washington called a few more names, the bell rang. Much to my dismay, Hamilton ran after me as I left the classroom.

"H-Hey, You're my partner, right?" The shorter boy asked.

"Sure thing, shortie," I replied.

"It's Alexander Hamilton,"

"Yeah yeah," I rolled my eyes, walking over to my locker.

Hamilton followed me.

"I-I uh, didn't catch your name," Hamilton stuttered.

"I didn't throw it," I quoted Heathers.

He looked sort of upset.

"Well, do you want to work on the project after school?"

"What's it about anyway?" I hadn't really been paying attention in class.

"A summary of Lin-Manuel Miranda's life," he explained.

"Oh, then sure I guess..." I shut my locker.

The rest of the day finished quick, and Alexander and I decided to walk to my house together.

"So... what's your favorite color?" Alexander decided to start up some conversation.

"Blue, how about you?" I answered.

"Green,"

I noticed he seemed to shivering a bit, after all, it was November.

"Want my jacket?" I offered.

"But then you'd be cold,"

"I can handle it, trust me,"

He simply nodded, and I handed him my pale blue hoodie. It's fabric really brought out the fact he was blushing.

The rest of the walk was held in a comfortable silence, and we arrived at my apartment in no time.

We got out all of the supplies. I had more stuff for the poster, while he had all the textbooks.

After we had about half the work done, we decided to take a break. Well, I decided we should take a break. Alex was resistant to stop, but I managed to convince him.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get some fresh air," Alex said.

"Cool beans, don't take too long, it'll get dark soon," I warned.

He gave me a thumbs up, and left.

I noticed I had this weird feeling in my stomach, and my hands were sweaty, so I decided maybe drugs would distract me.

After about twenty minutes, I was high.

(Umm I don't know if weed takes longer to take effect, BUT IN THIS FANFIC IT TAKES TWENTY MINUTES)

A few minutes later, it felt like nothing mattered, but a worried feeling still bugged me.

Where was Alex? It had already become pitch dark out, and I had actually sort of started to care about him.

I walked outside, noticing it was freezing. Alex took off my hoodie when he was at my house, so he must have been freezing out there.

I continued walking down the road, still laughing at my own jokes I had been mumbling.

I came to stop, however, when I heard someone getting beat up by two other people around the corner.

I looked around it, and saw a terrifying scene.

A half-dead Alexander, getting beat up by James Madison and Thomas Jefferson.

I thought
I didn't know what love was
I thought
Love was what I felt when I was high
Until
I met you
My love
When I saw you there
Hurt and almost dead
I had seen what nobody else had seen
And I'm not sure what I saw
My mind blocked it out
Nowadays, I wish
I hadn't been looking for love
In that drug
Because
Nowadays
You're the only drug
That I need
That I'm addicted to
-John

4:04 a.m.