Lams stuff

First sight

It was a fairly cold day, the wind was rustling the trees, most of the soldiers were warming themselves up by the fire. I was in General Washington's tent, asking him if I could join the war.
I knew my father would be disappointed in me, but I didn't care.
This is what I wanted to do.
The General accepted my request and had summoned another soldier to show me around.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
I turned around to see a young slender man standing before me. I tried to look away, play it off as a quick glance but I could take my eyes off him. I excused it to myself that the reason I couldn't tear my eyes away form him was simply because of his brightly colored hair which seamed to light up the room.
"Good afternoon, you must be John Laurens." He said, holding out his hand for me to shake. For a moment I couldn't move but was able to muster up the courage to complete the gesture, holding his hand for a second to long, I felt my face go warm. He seamed to notice this too but carried on. "My name is Alexander Hamilton, pleasure to meet you. Shall we get on to the tour?" I nodded, said goodbye to the General and headed off at Hamilton's heels.
I sensed an odd tension between us, a tension that I couldn't quite describe.
I watched is wavy auburn hair dance happily on his shoulders as he walked.
While we were walking, I was able to seek glances...well I was actually looking at him more than the terrain. Now that I was right next to him, I could see that he was a lot more boney than I had first noticed. I had always wanted to be a doctor, though father wouldn't hear it and sent me to that terrible law school. If I had my way and became a doctor, I could help the poor man. He was beautiful, yes, but he had an unhealthy appearance. There were dark circles under his eyes, his face was an odd mix of being pale, from what I assumed was exhaustion and having tanned skin. I wondered if he was ill.
Hamilton's head snapped up. I halted, I wondered if something was wrong.
"This is your tent..", he said awkwardly, "erm...I hope you aren't too uncomfortable with being my erm..roommate I guess you would call it? Because..well...I am.."
Hamilton seamed to notice the awkward tension, but neither of us could really do anything about it.
"You can unpack your things if you want to. Save you the effort of carrying everything."
I accepted the offer and started to take everything out of my bag. It wasn't much. Just the essentials, my drawing pad, clothes, watercolors, boots, sketching charcoal, a book, and finally my ink and quill.
"Forgive me, but what are those?", Hamilton questioned, pointing at my art things.
"Oh, they're my art supplies...I draw often."
Hamilton nodded his head, he seamed to be satisfied with my answer.
"What do draw?"
"Birds, mostly."
"Can I see them?"
"No."
I was always conscious about my drawings, I almost never let people see them.
I looked over to Hamilton after I was done unpacking my things to see that he was writing something.
"I like to write too."
"Huh."
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After Hamilton and I finished the tour, warmed ourselves up by the fire, and have a little something to eat, I took note of many different things I had discovered about him. I noted that he would look at food as though he had never seen anything like it before. I noted how his cheeks would flush when his arm brushed against mine. I noted how his smile outshined the fire we warmed up with.

I noted that I shouldn't be feeling like this.

A/N: sorry this took so long, I ended up having to rewrite it