Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Love, Simon [JAMILTON] [PART THREE]

t h o m a s

James kicked me out. He grabbed my clothes and threw them in a suitcase. My phone charger remained in our guest bedroom. The suitcase I had was pink and actually belonged to his little sister. She had once left it in our apartment by accident.

I knew Alex lived in the same apartment as James and I, but I didn't know which room. I could just sleep on the floor, it was fine.

I leaned on the wall, slipping down until my face was buried in my knees. I could use my clothes as blankets, everything  would be okay-

"Sir?" My head snapped up.

Of course....

Maria Reynolds, the secretary of the building. She had her hand held out. She didn't know me.

"Yes?" I grabbed her hand and stood up.

"I don't think I can let you sleep in the hallway."

"Oh? Where will I sleep then?"

"Outside. On the street. You're homeless, where else?"

"Actually, my ex-boyfriend kicked-"

"Get out."

"Okay."

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I wouldn't say the night was great, nor was it terrible. James usually hugged me while we slept, but this time I had a teddy bear. At the same time, I was sleeping on the street. Not my favorite thing to do.

The next morning, when I awoke, Alex and John were looking down at me. I jumped, startled. Alex laughed, pulling put his phone and taking a picture. I glared at him, my face probably red.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Why are you sleeping on the street?" Alex shot back, immediately.

"James, uh..."

"He kicked you out?!" John gaped, putting his hand over his mouth. I glared at him, knowing they were both just trying to funny. They were good friends. Good friends. John probably hated me, but I'm not sure. Well, I was going to ask his best friend out, I didn't care.

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a l e x

John is my boyfriend and I love him.

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t h o m a s

I stand up. Alex and John both look up at me.

"Alex? Can I ask you something?" I asked nervously.

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a l e x

"What?" I ask harshly, glaring at him. His face turns red and I'm even more curious. Looking over at John, I realize he's curious, too.

"Will... you... go-"

"I want to leave but you're taking such a long time to ask me a question." I mumble. He glares at me, still red.

"...out with me." He finishes.

John reaches for my hand, but I pull away.

Standing on the tip of my toes, I reach up and punch Thomas in the mouth. He falls backwards onto the brick apartment building wall. He holds his mouth and looks up at me.

"No," I say, "You're useless and I most definitely don't want to date you. Goodbye."

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that's the end.
that's the end.
why is that the end?
i'm sorry