Brown Flowers- Hamilton Oneshot

(F) So Now I's Personal? Hamburr (Part two)

TAKING REQUESTS

Aaron's POV:

I fucked up. There's no way Alexander loves me anymore at all. He probably wants me to go burn in hell, and I don't blame him. That's what I deserve.

I go online and talk all this shit about him, and say all this stuff that I don't even mean. I didn't think. I did not think for a single second on how this would affect Alex. I don't even know why I said what I did, because I knew that I would not win. I never did. Alexander always won whenever we argued, no matter what it was about.

That reminds me of when we were in middle school, and we first met. I was so scared. Not of him, but the class. I was in the debate class which was pretty much law school for kids. When I first walked in, guess who I first met. Not Alex.

Thomas fucking Jefferson.

The guy was known for hitting on everyone, and so was Alex, but Tomas was different then him. Alex would be silly with his comments, as to were Jefferson would flat out tell you that he wanted to fuck you. Sure that might be flattering when you're older, but not when you are a shy little fourteen year old kid. But that didn't matter. The teacher didn't notice, or care, and so Thomas would constantly say all this sexual shit to me. It went on for so long that I finally broke. Literally. I had a break down right there in the middle of the class. I was screaming crying, and so the whole class started making fun of me. The teacher got upset and called me "Disruptive"so he sent me down to the principles office. Alex saw the whole thing, much like the rest of the class, but he did something different. Instead of laughing at me or calling me names, he went up to Jefferson and punched him straight in his perfect jaw. The look on his face was priceless, but the look on the teacher's face was terrifying. He immediately sent Alex to the office, and I followed him. I mean, I had to go down there anyway.

That's how it's been ever since. Alexander has always protected me, and I was always behind him. I was practically Alex's right hand man, always following him like a little puppy. We were both two very different people. He was the loud and aggressive one, I was the shy and soft one, yet we still made it work.

That was until the gang decided to change it.

God, thinking about it now makes me so angry. It was a normal regular day. I went off to work, and Alex stayed home and did some chores around the house, for about the third time that week.

I was planning on leaving work early to surprise Alex, because he had been having a stressful week, so I made a reservation at his favorite restaurant and planned a short, yet romantic, walk on the nearby beach.

Everything was going great, until I left work. Alex started to blow up my phone with all of these commands asking me where I was, I was doing, what I've been doing the past few weeks. I was so overwhelmed that I turned my phone off.

Bad mistake number one.

I rushed home because I thought that he was in trouble. I know, not smart. If I was smart then I would have called the police if I really had a bad feeling, or the alternative of not jumping to conclusions and picking up the phone.

When I got home, it was dead silent. The loudest thing had to be my breathing. I looked around for any sign of an intruder, but I didn't see anything. It looks just fine.

The more I walked, the more things didn't make sense. You would think that at at this point it would register in my mind. Alex is ok. There's nothing wrong with him. This is your fault.