Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Dear Evan Hansen [JAMILTON]

did i just name a hamilton oneshot after a musical that isn't hamilton? yes.

ok so will roland doesn't exist i'm so sorry, i love him so much but ;-; MIKE, BEN, AND EVERYONE ELSE DO THOUGH

Alex stood in the long line, awaiting the chance to audition for a new musical called Dear Evan Hansen. He was auditioning for the role of Jared Kleinman, a bathbomb eater.

Behind him, Thomas stood, waiting to audition for the role of chorus. It was a great role, really...

As the two stood, they became more and more aware of each other's presense.

This continued on until, Thomas tapped his shoulder.

"Who are you auditioning for?" He asked. So far, Thomas had met Ben Platt, who was auditioning for Evan Hansen and Mike Faist, who was auditioning for the chorus too. He had a fantastic voice though, and Thomas believed he could do more than just the chorus.

"Jared," Alex answered, realizing he hadn't talked to anyone in over two days, "What about you?"

"Just chorus." Thomas bounced back and forth on his heels and pushed his glasses up higher.

"Oh. I like your voice," Alex smiled, "What's your name?"

"Thomas Jefferson. What about you?"

"Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton," Alex said, as if it were rehearsed, then added, "But you can call me Alex."

"Okay, Alex. Long line, right?" Thomas was now purely bored and wanted to keep talking to Alex.

"Yeah." Alex agreed and looked back to the line, realizing a few people were walking out and only a few people were left to audition. He was practically next.

"Cool. Can I get your phone number?" Thomas responded, as if they had known each other for longer then they really had. Alex nodded.

"I-I guess." He mumbled. He then proceeded to give Thomas his number and when he looked up, realized it was his turn.

"See you later." He saluted Thomas and walked into the stage area.

~~~

On the opening night, Alex was nervous.

His hair was a mess and wasn't quite ready, but he still had five hours to prepare. His Jared outfit was already on, newly washed. His shirt was wrinkled and his eyes were large, filled with nervousness. But when Thomas came into his dressing room, all that disappeared in an instant.

"Alex?" He purred, wrapping his hands around Alex's waist.

"Yes, Tommy?" Alex asked, giggling like a kindergartener who had just learned his classmate's secret.

"Don't be so nervous." He advised, sitting on a chair in his messy dressing room and pulling Alex onto his lap.

"I'll try." Alex said, placing his head on Thomas's shoulder.

"Also, have you read that fan fiction about us? Jamilton Oneshots? By fqndomtrqsh?" OK BUT I LAUGHED WRITING THIS AND I HARDLY LAUGH WHILE WRITING EVEN WHEN I MAKE JOKES JEEZ

"Of course! I read all our fan fiction. That one called 'James Reynolds' is believable. Whoever wrote that knows a lot about us..."

"I love you, Lexi. You're so cute," Thomas smiled and stood up, still hugging Alex, "You'll do great tonight?"

"Okay."

"Okay."