More Like A Memory

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Okay is it just me or are Washington and Hamilton (like a father and son thing) fluffs amazing? I JUST REALLY LIKE FAMILY LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND FATHER AND SON MY DUDE

John POV

"Alex, I think I should take you home," I sighed.

"Just one more drink,~" Alex slurred.

"If you have one more drink I think you'll die," I responded.

"Nahhh,"

"Ugh, you're impossible," I complained, grabbing his hand.

I dragged him out of the Schuyler's mansion, where the party had been held, and started towards Alexander's place.

"Johhhnnn~ carry me,"

"No, you brought this upon yourself," I deadpanned.

"Well can I bring myself into your arms?" Alex grinned.

"Can I bring you home in peace?"

"Forget peace! I'm gay!"

"No, you're drunk,"

"A drunk gay who just wants you to carry him!" Alex shot back.

"What will it take for you to stop talking?" I groaned.

"For you to carry me!" He argued.

"Anything else?" I replied.

"Lemme fu-"

"FINE!" I yelled, and scooped him up into my arms.

"Haha!"

We continued to walk, and he continued to nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck.

"We're here," I said, putting him down.

"Aww, can you carry me more often?" Alex asked.

I thought about it for a second, "Maybe."

I could see his face light up as I knocked on the door.

I gulped as Alexander's dad opened the door with a pissed off expression.

"Why is my son home so late?" Mr.Washington asked sternly.

"He was..." I tried to think of an excuse.

"I was at a party!" Alex drunkenly exclaimed.

"Was this your party?" Mr.Washington asked me.

"N-No,"

"And why are you with Alex?"

"We were both at the party, and I took him here," I answered.

"He carried me!" Alex unnecessarily chimed in.

Mr.Washington inhaled deeply

"Alex, meet me inside, I need to have a talk with you,"

Alex stumbled inside his house.

"And you. I better not see you at my doorstep, with my son, again,"

"S-Sir, let me explain,"

"What else is there to explain? You took my son out to a party and engaged in underage drinking,"

"Well, I didn't drink, and I'm not the one who invited him. I just happened to be there too. And you should be grateful! I'm the one who took your son back here! Who knows what would have happened if I wasn't there!" I argued defensively.

"You do have a point. Ugh, fine! You can continue to see my son, just please try to cease him from attending anymore of these parties,"

"Sure thing, Sir," I said nervously, and ran off.

Alex POV

"Alexander Hamilton, please tell me why you came home late from a party," Dad asked sternly.

"To pay my taxes?" I shrugged.

"Alex, you don't have to pay taxes. Please give me an honest answer,"

"Love! I hear it's the answer to everything!"

"ALEXANDER!"

"Fine, fine! I wanted to have a good time, so I went to a party, and I got sort of carried away and accidentally stayed late. PLUS JOHN CARRIED ME!"

"I don't care what John did-"

"Would you care if he did me?" I grinned.

"You're drunk. We'll have this conversation in the morning,"

Dad pushed me towards my bedroom, and shut the door.

In your arms
I feel at home
Your scent consumes me
And nothing matters
Anymore
But when I'm not
In your arms
My life is a hurricane
-Alex
1:40 a.m.