The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 15

I'm going to be having lunch with Mr.Washington, what would be the best thing to wear? It's a casual eating, but not extremely casual. We are in the oval office after all. I know that you would have the best advice on the matter. You might as well have a degree in fashion.

John was looking over Alex's shoulder as he typed. He wondered aloud, "Did Eliza do any fashion stuff in college? Oh, has she met Herc? They'd get along really well I think." Alex sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"I have lunch in two hours. Why am I so nervous, John?" Alex asked, taking John's hand. John squeezed the other's hand and kissed his cheek.

John mumbled, "It's okay to be nervous you know. Nobody ever said bravery was mandatory." Alex sighed and laid down in bed, staring at his ceiling. John laid next to him, wrapping a transparent arm around his waist and hugging him. "You're gonna look adorable no matter what you wear." John mumbled. Alex giggled and covered his face a little. John continued, "You're so adorable, all the time. Especially when you blush like this."

As John continued to cuddle with Alexander and pepper his neck with kisses, Alex texted Eliza again.

How are you and Maria doing?

Eliza is typing...

We're ok

Shes trying to convince me to go to the carnival with her

Shes cute

Could you help me with my outfit?

Im not coming all the way over there but i could give you an idea??

Thank you!

I reccomend a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a tie, some jeans, and good shoes. Loose tie, not very formal.

recommend*

Alex went to his closet and picked out some clothes. He smiled and texted Eliza back.

Thank you, Miss Schuyler, you're a lifesaver. Where would I be without you?

Once again, under Jefferson's boot ;O

John mumbled, "Do you wanna try kissing?" Alex shook his head.

"Last time we tried kissing everything I touched afterwards shocked me for, like, a day." Alex snickered. He sighed and turned to face John. "I'd love to though. I miss being able to do this all the time with you. I wish you didn't... JOHN I SWEAR TO GOD." John's body was fading. He shrugged.

He huffed, "It's not like I can control it!" Alex wanted to kiss him in anger, but the ghost was already gone.

"You prick!" Alex called to nobody before getting dressed and grabbing the brush. He looked in the mirror and brushed his hair, muttering to himself about what he wanted for lunch. Washington had texted him earlier, saying that he wanted Alex to choose where they would get their food from.

He mumbled to himself, "McDonald's isn't a good enough choice. Wendy's is nasty as hell." Alex pulled his hair up into a messy bun and went over to his desk. He had to have some random makeup lying around right? Alexander searched around and sighed with relief when he found his mascara.

Washington was pacing his office, glancing at the Chris Jackson book as if answers would suddenly pop out on what to do. Alex was choosing the meal, so George couldn't really dress depending on what he was going to be eating. He was going to be in the oval office, so he at least dressed a little more than casual but not too fancy.

"I-I'm nervous." George muttered to himself, "He was nervous too I suppose. God, I-I almost wish he were here, haunting this stupid room and telling me everything I'm doing wrong." Washington looked out the window and frowned. "But I guess the press already helps with that." He sat down at his desk and messed with his fountain pen.

The man was a complete wreck over some silly lunch. George wished that he could just be calm and know how to be okay sometimes. He slouched in his chair, stairing at the ceiling with a bored look. The man got his phone out and texted Alexander.

What do you want to eat?

Alexander is typing...

I'm not sure yet. Could you give me some ideas, sir?

Do you have to call me sir? Aren't we... uh

"What are we..." George mumbled to himself.

... What do you think we are?

Close, that's for sure

Are we a couple, Mr.Washington?

I know we're close enough that you don't have to address me as mr.washington alex

Call me george

Please

George

George, George, George, George, George.

You have a very pretty name, George.

Washington snickered and blushed to himself.

You're not texting and driving are you?

No of course not. I'm a smart human being.

Alright, well don't hurt yourself trying to text me back ok? I care about you

I care about you too

>3

Wait no

<3

Oka

ok*

Dork ;3

Alex got in the car, smiling a little at seeing John in the passenger seat, nodding off. His eyes were half open, and there were awful bags under his eyes. "I didn't know you could get sleep deprived, " Alex joked, "In fact I didn't really know that ghosts slept at all." John whined and moved around in his seat so he could get comfortable. Alex started the car and zoomed off to get to the white house. John held his stomach in pain.

"I feel like shit, Alex." John mumbled, "Whenever I fade off I go to nowhere land, I don't really know, and I guess I just... look at memories." Alex glanced at him.

He asked, "What's the problem with that?" John looked back at him with a sad frown.

"Too many bad memories." John said, "Getting shot... Watching people die... Losing you..." Alex sighed and turned the radio off. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, not exactly sure what to say to the poor man. John muttered, "I don't like to think about the war... Especially involving you in the war..." Alexander was trying not to cry, his mascara looked so perfect today.

Alexander spoke softly, "You didn't lose me, I lost you... I can't hold you anymore... I can't do anything with you..." Alex huffed and shook his head, "Dammit my makeup looks so great today and you're making me cry." John laughed a little before taking Alexander's hand.

"Sorry," He mumbled with a sniffle, "I'm just feeling a little depressed... Some bad memories, that's all..." Alex squeezed his hand and nodded a bit. The rest of the drive was continued in silence.