Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

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omg! like thirty chapters left. aww... i'll miss this book, but i'll have finally done at least 500 pages of writing! wow, that sounds crazy to say out loud.

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"What about you, Thomas?" James Madison asks me, pushing my phone down and gasping, "Oh my god, that dude is so hot! I wish the girl who hit me up on Tinder was as hot as that," We all look at James, he raises his hands defensively, "Just because I called a guy hot doesn't make me gay."

John nods at him slowly, "Ok, James."

Hercules pats his shoulder wisely, "I know it's hard for you to accept James, but you aren't gay," James nods vigorously for a moment before Hercules continues, "You could be bisexual. Or pansexual. Actually, you seem to only care about if the person is hot or not."

James looks away, mumbling something about how he needs straight friends he can relate to.

"You relate to all of us just fine." John responds to his mutters. I watch James' face go red and he turns away.

"Can I see the guy, though?" Hercules asks me. I nod, handing him my phone. John leans in, looking at the picture. A few seconds later, they both gasp rather loudly. In his corner, James mumbles again about how he was right and that the guy really was hot.

"Wow." Hercules hands me my phone back, "You need to hit him up. Ask the guy on a date."

I feel my face turn red, but I try not to show it like James. Instead, I look back down at my phone. John and Hercules begin to have a conversation about which of John's turtles are better; Spot or Slime.

AlxndrHm; hey.

MacNGrinder; ho

MacNGrinder; hi*

I send my second and third message to the boy, accepting the chat request.

As I wait for him to reply, James head pokes back up from his pillow. He grabs my phone and gasps.

"It is him!"

Hercules and John both look at us.

"What?" Hercules ponders.

James is silent for a minute as he turns on his phone and searches for something. We're all think different things, but watching James all the same. Finally, James finds what he's looking for and turns the camera back around to us.

"Alexander Hamilton!" James points to my screen, where the picture of Alex is pulled up, "That's Alexander Hamilton! I can tell those are his abs and eyes and chest and hair! And his username!"

James is in a full fanboy mode as he starts panting and ranting about random things having to do with Alexander.

I slip his phone from his hand, checking out the Instagram photos.

Oh my god, I'm texting Alexander Hamilton.

My blood runs cold, but only for a moment. My phone dings. John and Hercules lean in, like they're waiting for a reaction from me.

They don't have to wait long, because I begin to squeal an instant later.

All three of them file in around me, peering at my phone. John is first to begin to squeal, James sits there dumbfounded, and Hercules pats me on the back.

"Good job, man."

AlxndrHm; wanna go on a date? cat & scratch bar.