Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Phone [JAMILTON]

t h o m a s

I slid onto a seat on the bus, sitting by myself. The other kids around me looked at me and yelled, "Faggot!" Why had I come out to them again? I used to be popular.

Another kid slid in next to me. I looked at the kid, unsure of what to do. Everyone hated me ever since I had come out to my friends. They were the popular kids and everyone was willing to do anything to sit with them. I was part of the original squad of "popular" kids. We began to accept more kids after Veronica Sawyer.

The kid sitting next to me was wearing a grey hoodie with the hood over their head. I couldn't tell the gender of the person. That is, until they turned to me and revealed their face.

(i'm going with lins look this time instead of historical hammy)

Dark brown hair pulled back into a short ponytail. Deep brown eyes that looked like they had been crying. Great lips, too. No. I was not going to get another crush on another guy. I had a crush on my friend, James, before. James Madison was homophobic. He was the one who decided to cut me out of the friend group first.

"Hey, Thomas." He said shyly and held out his hand. I gave him my hand back, smiling like a creep.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Alex," He responded and handing me a stickie note, "Here."

With that, he walked away. I tucked the stickie note away, I didn't want to read it in front of other people. They could steal it, crush it, throw it away, burn it, or something worse.

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As I slid off the bus, I noticed something on the floor.

A black, shiny screen. A phone. I picked it up and also tucked it in my pocket, assuming I'd find the owner later. No big deal.

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a l e x

Where's my phone?

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t h o m a s

I got the the bathroom with only one person yelling at me on the way. What a glorious day.

In the bathroom, I opened the note and examined the phone. First off, the note.

Alex's handwriting was messy but also looked beautifully written at the same time. The words were crafted with love, taken from the brightest corners of his heart.

Dear Thomas,

I have had a crush on you for a long time.

When you came out, I cannot explain the joy I had. My stomach began to be the environment for several butterflies and my cheeks would become a deep red color if I passed you in the halls. I wanted to give you a note a year ago, when I first developed the crush. But I couldn't tell if you were gay or not. I'm bisexual, actually. Anything works, as long as you're into guys.

So...

Text me.

-Hamilton

He attached a number at the bottom, accompanied by two hearts. Thomas smiled at the note, folding it carefully, and making a mental note to text Alex later. Then, he turned on the phone, which was at a good percentage; one hundred. It's always satisfying to see a device at the percentage one hundred.

Thomas hummed as he opened the phone, which had no password lock. He went straight to messages and looked through his texts, looking for someone to call him by his na-

Alex.

His name was Alex.

No.

Thomas looked for a 'Hamilton.' And he found it.

No.

He had Alexander Hamitlton's phone.

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a l e x

Seriously, though, where is my phone?

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t h o m a s

I kept quiet about his phone, avoiding Alex in the halls. I would give it back to him on the bus ride home, if he was on it. By lunch though, I decided to peak at Alex's history, texts, and photo album.

First off, history.

I opened the Safari app and clicked onto his history way too fast. I waited a while for the history to load too and then widened my eyes at the amount of fan fiction he read and the amount of Youtube he inhaled. In his YouTube history, things like 'How To Tell If A Guy Likes You' was all over the place. I knew Alex liked me and blushed thinking that all this might be about me.

The fan fiction he read was mostly about a musical called Heathers. It seemed pretty fast and violent from the video titles. I wasn't a large fan of musicals, but I was willing to accept Alex. Not that I would ever not accept him.

Second, texts.

Mostly, they were from his mother. Stuff like 'Alexander Hamilton, get over here.' I assumed he didn't listen to her often. However, he had one contact that intrigued me.

My Ex/Satan.

That's a creative name.

I clicked on the messages and saw tons of messages from the Ex. Asking for an apology, saying they never meant to cheat.

That's great.

Photo al-

The bell rang.

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a l e x

Where the hell is my precious child?

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t h o m a s

I'm nervous as I approach the bus. There's a chance Alex won't be on the bus and I won't get to give him his phone back. I have a phone the same model as his, so I could charge it.

Once on the bus, I find the same seat I sat at in the morning and wait.

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a l e x

I blush as I sit next to Thomas. He looks at me and smiles. He reaches his hand i to his pocket and pulls out... my phone.

"My child!" I yell, grabbing it. He chuckles.

"Yeah, you left it here."

I narrow my eyes, "What did you see?"

"Nothing." I know he's lying, but I don't say anything.

"Hey, do you want to come over today?" Thomas asks after a moment of silence. For a second, I'm quiet and then my eyes light up and I practically scream my answer.

"Yes!"

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idk what this was either.
the story of them meeetiing???