The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 23

"So when's pres coming back?" Thomas asked over the phone. He was moping around his house, trying to get the smell of John Adams out of his bed.

Alex was cleaning his house. He replied, "In two days Washington will be back. I wanna meet him at the airport, but the press will be there." Over the past couple of days, Jefferson and Alex were actually becoming friends. They still didn't like each other's views, and they still had slight evidence over each other for their scandals, but they got along rather well.

Jefferson sighed, "You could disguise yourself."

"No." Alex rolled his eyes and explained, "I've tried that already."

Thomas asked, "Wanna come over? Practice disguising yourself from the press on the way over." Alex scoffed.

"Yeah, right. Thank you for the offer but I'm trying to clean my house up. My study is a mess. I feel like everytime I clean it it gets messed up a few minutes later." Alex said as he picked up a few books and put them on the shelves.

Jefferson asked, "Iiiiiiis your house haunted?"

Alex stopped for a moment. He looked around. "Um... no?" He shook his head and went back to cleaning. "I- I don't believe in ghosts." He lied.

"Uhuh. Sure, I'll believe you when pigs fly." Thomas said, relaxing in his living room and curling up with John's pillow. It still smelled like him two washes later.

Alex muttered, "Slap some wings on Adams and call it a day then." Thomad chuckled a bit, digging his nails into his own arm.

"Hey, I might head out to lunch and I might be going to McDonalds. But who knows." Thomas said.

Alex gave it a moment before nodding and saying, "Maybe I'll join you." Thomas smiled. "I'll see you then, Jefferson." Alex hung up and tossed his phone aside. He sat in his study chair and glanced at the clock.

Washington had stayed sober the entire night. He had to make sure one of them stayed sober to prevent a car accident. King was stumbling out to the car, his hair messy and his eyes glazed with lust. "George!" He giggled, "Your car is soooooo fancy!!!"

Washington muttered, "That's your car, your highness." He got King buckled up in the passenger side. George went around to the front seat and started the car. "Get some rest. When we get back to the hotel room I'm going to get you water and more rest, okay?"

George whined, "I wanna have more fun!" He pulled at the seat belt. "This is too tight!" He complained. Washington ignored him and continued driving back to the hotel room. King purred, "So how's your lover boy?" Washington didn't reply. "Well?"

"I haven't talked to him today." Washington said. "I'm sure he's fine."

King sighed, "That's so boring!" He gave George a light shove. "Tell me something spicy!" Washington ignored him. He pulled into the hotel parking lot and shut the car off. George fished around in his pocket for the hotel key.

King snapped, "Have you fucked?"

Washington sputtered, "E-Excuse me?!"

"FUCKING! WHEN YOU INSERT YOUR DICK INTO HIS-" Washington covered King's mouth.

"I am very tired, your majesty, so do us both a favor and shut up!" George hissed, holding his wrist very tightly. King was silent as Washington got out of the car and headed towards the hotel. Slowly, King got out and followed him.

Once they were both alone in the hotel room, King said softly, "I didn't mean to be rude."

"That's a shock." George snapped, taking his shoes off and digging around his suit case for some pajamas to change into.

King sighed, "I'm just interested. I never get out of the castle anymore! It's always publicity stuff I have to do! A meeting with so and so, interview with a magazine! ... It's nice to hear about a government person who doesn't have press on them 24/7."

"Are you kidding?" George scoffed, "You think the press doesn't care about me?! They're constantly on me! From what i drink to who I'm with to my background! Goddamn conservatives do everything they can to find some dirt on me! You think I have it easy? I'm just as hounded as you are, George. I can't even see my kids without them just f-fucking spying on me!" Washington got quiet after that, seeming to run out of things to say.

King said softly, "I'm sorry, George. I guess now it makes sense why you're always so uptight."

"Nah, that's just because I have a stick up my ass." Washington smirked. That was the funniest thing King had heard all day, and he fell off the bed in giggles because of it.

Washington sighed, "Alright, giggles, I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow, I presume?"

"Of course. We have a public lunch date." King sighed, getting up and holding his chest in pain from laughing so hard. They said their goodbyes and left each other for the night.

Washington pulled his phone out and texted Alex.

I'm sorry I havent texted all day Alex. Hows your day going?

Hamilton's phone was on silent as shared a twenty piece chicken nugget box with Jefferson. The two joked and talked with each other, just relaxing in Jefferson's car in an alley way.

Washington sighed and curled up in bed. He fell asleep within a few minutes or so.