One Less Pill - Sequel to With One Pill - A Jamilton Smut and Story

And we're back - 3

Anna rubbed her hands together in the cold parking lot as her students looked at her expectantly. She grinned.

"You all know that stories are made of a lot of small parts." She began, pacing in front of the active group. She caught that girl from the morning staring at her with wide eyes and pink cheeks. 

"Well, you all have a story. And it's unique to each and every one of you. For example, you're all here today, in your senior year. But it wasn't easy, I'm sure. So today, you're each going to take a can of spray paint," She chirped, motioning to a box next to her car,

"And fit all your struggled in one sentence, using alliteration. And think of something out of the box, use symbolysim, or just use two words to convey a gran message. You all get the gist, I'm sure. Now you are going to take your cans and write your story sentences on my car!!" Anna exclaimed, raising her hands towards her car. Everyone gasped.

"Your car?! But, that's like...your car!!" A kid in the back yelled. Anna laughed. 

"I'm aware. Not grab your cans and start spraying!"

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Phillip and Eacker raced each other towards the apartment, eager to take their heavy bags off. 

"Hahha, wait up you two." Thomas called from behind them, locking the car and pulling out the house keys. Phillip adjusted his bag and looked up at his dad lovingly. 

"Sorry, dad." Phillip laughed. Thomas looked down and smiled, ruffling his hair. He unlocked the door. The moment they walked in, they heard singing. BIG singing.

"I'M HOT AND PISSED AND ON THE PILL, BOW DOWN TO THE WILL, I'M A DEAD GI- oh my gosh." Alex froze mid song, a frying pan in hand. His smile grew when he laid eyes on Phillip.

"My son!" Alex squealed, placing the par on the counter and going to pick Phillip up, spinning him. Phillip laughed, his face turning red. 

"P-Papa, stop, hhahaha. I'm 14, I'm too old for this." Phillip giggled. He looked at Eacker, whose eyebrows pointed up in a smirk. Phillip rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and hiding a small smile. Alex laughed. 

"You're not too old, shush. Moving on. Hello there, George! How are you?" Alex smiled warmly, placing a hand on Eacker's shoulder. Eacker looked up at him and turned bright red. Oh. OH. Phillip stifled a laugh. Ever since Eacker had met Alex, he always went bright red. He once asked Eacker about it, and he had let out a high-pitched sigh, before clasping his hands together. He snapped out of it and berated himself for weeks of course, but that didn't mean Phillip would stop teasing him.

"I-I'm p-pretty good, M-Mr. Hamilton." Eacker said nervously, looking anywhere but Alex's eye. Alex laughed at his sudden nervousness, oblivious to the whole ordeal. He patted Eacker's head before turning to Thomas.

"Thanks for picking them up. You boys can get some snacks from the kitchen before you head up to Philip's room. Just make sure to clean up, you hear?" Alex called behind the boys. They nodded before rushing to the kitchen. Thomas pulled Alex close to him, smiling warmly. Alex giggled and wrapped his arms around Thomas's neck.

"How was work today baby?" Alex asked, pressing a soft kiss to Thomas's lips. Thomas sighed into the kiss, rubbing Alex's back. 

"It was fine. What about you?" Thomas's laughed, remembering Alex's singing session. Alex must have been thinking along the same lines, because they both burst out laughing.

"Well, I got off early, so I decided to head home." Alex managed between laughed.

"I can see that." Thomas said, his cheeks hurting from laughing so hard. They both plopped down on the couch, holding each other. A hush fell over them. Alex looked up at Thomas.