A Brush With Love: Jamilton Au

Lol It's The End

A/N: Imma be super real here darls: I'm mostly finishing this because I just want to move on. I still love Hamilton and jamilton alike but I really want to branch out as an author. Write stories that arent ship related. I hope thats okay, I'm just less invested in Hamilton stories now, and besides, my writing was undeniably terrible in most of my older chapters. I'm not deleting these by any means I just probably won't write anymore similar. I hope you'll continue to support me and my future works tho :3

"FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK" Thomas screams, jolting me awake. "Wa-"

"WE HAVE 8 MINUTES TO GET TO CLASS!"

Shetty mc shoots the shit.

With the length of time, we were working, not even coffee could save us from our doomed fate of oversleeping on project day. 

I throw the covers off myself and grab the nearest piece of clothing to me, an old, grass-colored wool sweater, and slip it over my bare chest and bike shorts. It falls to my knees so there's really no reason to wear good pants. I slip on my white vans and grey knit scarf, tying my hair into a bun as I run into the living room and snatch the painting up from the easel. 

"6 MINUTES! LET'S GO!" Thomas grabs my hand and we set off sprinting, Thomas still adjusting his magenta Hawaiian shirt. Students stare and just nod in relation to us sprinting across campus in haphazardly thrown on clothing. 

Rounding a corner we run smack into Aaron, knocking his sheet music from his hands, sending it flying into bushes and trees. "I'm sorry, we're late!" I yell back to him as we continue to make a beeline to the visual arts building. He simply shakes his head and mutters something under his breath, picking up his papers.

Thomas kicks open the glass doors to the building, earning a few shocked faces from the actually on-time art students.  But HELL THERE'S NO TIME TO STOP NOW. We run down the halls and burst into our class.

 Everyone turns to look at the two men panting and holding hands, hair strewn as if they'd been in a wrestling match and clothing entirely mismatched. Yeah, we definitely don't look the greatest.

"Hamilton and Jefferson." Our art teacher smiles, rather condescendingly (fucking bitch)  "better late than never. Since it's assignment day and you decided it wasn't important enough to be on time to, why don't we have you two go first in presenting and explaining your painting?" 

Thomas and I share a glance of utter fear before I nod, taking on responsibility as always, Jk I love Thomas, I'm just better at words than him. And stand on the risen showcase area. Miss-paint-by-numbers-hair nods at me to begin.

"Thomas and I had trouble bonding at first, in fact, we had almost established a dense rivalry before this project began. We were- and are- rather opposite, very different. At least that's what we swore up and down. But once we gave it a shot, we got along really well, like two opposites working in unison to create a harmonious middle ground.  As it turned out, we were so different, that in many ways we were incredibly similar. It's because of this that we oft made the comparison between our relationship and yin and yang." 

"I see, is that where the inspiration for the eye came from, the pieces of influence from yin and yang? "

I spare a glance at Thomas who's biting his lip, trying desperatley to hold in a laugh. "Yea, Um... So000 we found that we had a lot to contribute to each other, as stupid as it sounds we've genuinely both changed immensely in the past week. There's a lot I could say about the story behind this painting, like how we technically didn't start it until last night and our not-in-love pretense. 

But really, it just perfectly encapsulates our crazy, stupid, strange, and amazing...brush with love."