Hidden Sides { Slight Jamilton}

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animatic by Ziksua
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~Alex POV~

"Out of all the people I know, I would have never expected to go to a history museum with you," Thomas laughed as we made our way through the crowd to get out of the museum.

"Well, it wasnt boring. The exhibits were amazing!" I said back, earning a shrug of agreement from him.

"Mhm, now I see why everyone says we're similar. We're both history nerds," Thomas snickered turning to me for a response.

"But with the amount of mac and cheese you eat every week, I think its safe to say that we're not completely alike," I shot, and grinned as he faked an offended gasp.

A gust of wind sweeps over the city and out of habit, my hand immediately reaches up to my head, keeping my beanie on my ears.

"I dont see the use of that beanie," Thomas wonders with a faint smile. "Sure its chilly but a beanie?"

As i process what he said, I grimace internally. He's right. It sunny outside, there's beautiful white fluffy clouds in the sky, and besides the occasional gust of wind, the air remains stagnant, allowing for the sun to heat everything up.

"Hey, dont insult my fashion when youre the one with the overly extravagant wardrobe," I throw with a laugh, but i can feel the way a panic settles into my stomach. Its a familiar one, one that finds its way to me almost everyday. Unfortunately, just because its frequent doesnt mean that its any easier to deal with.

"Please! My fashion is one thing, but I have never seen you without that on your head," Thomas shoots back, a grin on his face. As he says that, I realize in the back of my mind that we're half way to the dorms now. I silently curse Thomas. Does he know something? Or is he really just offhandedly making fun of me?

"Have you seen the sheer amount of purple shirts you own?" I fake a groan and focus my eyes on the sidewalk in front of me. I feel that if I even look at Thomas, he'll realize what I'm trying to hide.

"Excuse you! They are magenta! Purple and magenta are not the same color!"

"Uh huh, and I get 9 hours of sleep every night," I drawl sarcastically, attempting to bring the conversation away from my beanie, which is starting to feel very heavy on my head now.

As Thomas splutters to find something else to say, I feel the knot in my stomach loosen a bit. I allow myself to breath a little more easily.

Crisis averted.

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well...shit

whats up? hows it going? i dunno

i havent updated for at least a month and i am so so SO SO SO SORRY i apologize so much

i know that this is an incredibly shitty and awfully short update and its horrible and does nothing to move the plot along and jakdkakfkdkkfjs its so bad

but i just couldnt leave y'all like this and i just want y'all to know that im trying i rlly am to get an update in somewhere in my books but shjfkakfjsjd

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