What Comes Next (Hamilton Fanfiction)

Chapter 1.5

"Are you sure you're okay with working? You said it yourself, you look and feel like crap." Christine says over the counter as her eyes are fixated on the current act on stage.

The two of you are back in The Pastry Theater. It's been more than a few days since you got that strange note and your 'state' has only gotten worse. You're anxious all the time, the feeling of being watched gets stronger by the hour, you constantly feel tired and weak, the black spots fill up your vision more and more, to the point of passing out, and so much more. The weird dreams you've been getting with 'Alexander Hamilton' have been becoming more frequent too.

You tried searching on the internet from what could possibly be the cause of this but obviously, all the results ended up being cancer or anything along terminal diseases.

You didn't let this stop you from going back to work or continuing the projects and assignments. There was no way in hell you were going to succumb to something like this. It was probably the flu anyway.

"I'm fine... I can manage..." You manage to say, trying to reassure her but managing to fail as she gives you a stern but worried stare.

"You always worry about me. Think about yourself for once. I promise, I'm okay." You add as you look away from her stare, turning to see what is actually going on the stage.

What started out as a romance-comedy skit by two of Christine's friends (if you're right their names are Jerry and Mitchel) escalated to 'Mitchel' accidentally confessing his true feelings. 'Jerry' also confessing back, and the two were now blushing and stuttering messes.

The audience was luckily non-homophobic so they cheered and supported the confessions wholeheartedly.

"It is wrong to care about my best friend? You've been there with me through it all and I just can't risk losing you. You don't really quiet my worries, y'know? With your all-nighters and your terrible eating habits."

"Chris... you know I'm not going anywhere. I'm stuck to this corner no matter what happens. Besides, I'm fairly healthy. I'm not going to disappear into thin air anytime soon." As you say this, she lightly punches your shoulder and pouting, mumbling a 'You better'.

You sigh, walking out of the cashier and in front of Christine. "Does the little baby want a hug?" You extend your arms, waiting for her to-.

She immediately wraps her hands around your body, snuggling onto your taller figure.

If you knew one certain thing that makes her feel better in any situation, it's hugs. She's just that sort of cinnamon roll.

Someone bumps into you and the moment is ruined. The two of you let go of each other and face the person. "Sorry. Should've looked where I was going" He mumbles, fixing his white hood and you quickly realize who it is.

It's the shady pizza guy, with his signature stubble, electric blue eyes and all.

"Hey aren't you-" You begin but he starts bucking it out of the bakery. 'OH HELL NAH SON YOU AIN'T GETTING AWAY THAT EASILY'

You start running to the door when Christine and your co-workers shout after you. "What the actual flip are you doing?! He just bumped us, it's fine!" Christine shouts, confusion mixed with irritation laces her voice.

"It's not about that, I'll explain later. Just trust me on this one!" You shout back before finally exiting the front door. As you went farther and farther, you didn't completely understand what you were getting yourself into.

And when you did, it would be far too late.

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You basically have no idea what you were doing. Usually, you would've just let it go but there was something telling you to go on. And you did. You keep running and running, not stopping for a moment to rest. He was cryptic and weird the moment you met him and you wanted answers. What did that stupid paper mean? Why are you acting like this? What's happening?