Christmas Present (hamburr)

Chapter One

It's Christmas and Alex is throwing a party, but Burr does not show. Later at 3 in the morning; Alex goes over to Burr's place. He got him a present.

The snow falls and make layers of cold. I stare out the window at my desk. Then at the box on my desk. The wrapping is a mess. I sigh. I was going to give it to him during the Christmas Eve party. I should get ready. Hercules is throwing a New Years part in an hour.  I put on a suit and head out. Eliza and Philip went to her parents. Hercules greets me I thank him for inviting me. I go get a drink. I feel the gift in my pocket. Its stupid, but to me its everything. I look up to him. I would do anything for him. He hates me. I hate it. I did nothing and he just hates me. 

He walks into the room and my heart drops. I grab a bowl of punch and I chug it. I go for another cup. I think it was my third cup when things got blurry. I can't keep doing this. I always freak out when hes around. My solution is always a drink. I'm just going to leave. I turn on my heel and head to the door, but I bump into him. He seems confused till he sees me. His face scrunches together and his eyebrows furrow. I feel my face get hot. 

"Sororry" I say. Well attempt to say.  He pushes at me. There is a small thump. I look at the ground and see the poorly wrapped box. He sees it too. I dive for it. I stand back up and shove it back into my coat pocket. I look at him. His eyes are still on me. 

"What was that?" He asks. 

"What was what?" I ask back. Hopefully he just plays it off. 

"The most horribly wrapped thing with my name in it?" I turn pale. Ok I'm out. I walk go and take my leave. He doesn't follow, but why do I wish he did. 

Burrs POV;

Hamilton was right there. He dove for a box with my name on it. Was it a present he didn't give to me on Christmas? No he hates me. Why else has he been poisoning my political pursuits? I go for a cup of punch. He looked drunk. Maybe he had to many cups of the punch. Hercules always adds too much liquor to the punch. A few minutes pass and I just stand at the punch table. Looking at the spot where he used to be. I can't do this anymore. I hate him, but why do i feel like this. I missed something. Something that would made this present not happen. Something I could have done. I thought I was over him but if I was then why do I feel this way? 

I stand up and head for the door. I let the doors slam behind me. I breathe in the cold air. Then I see a silhouette. From the little light I can make out the person has a bottle. I walk past the person who probably not having a great night.

Before I can get to the bottom of the stairs. I feel a hand, cold as ice, grab my wrist. I spin around to figure out what this guys issue is but I feel something soft touch my lips. I pull away to see him. Out of people him. His eyes are puffy and his face is bright red. He leans in again. I don't pull away but lean toward him meeting him in the middle. It was bliss. I heard the door to began to open and I'm halfway down the stairs. I go home. I go straight to my bed and plop. I can sill feel him. I lightly touch the wrist he grabbed. I smile to myself. He was drunk it meant nothing. I roll over and tears began flowing. 

3:25 AM

I roll over and I open my eyes. The ceiling is so plain but I can stare at it forever. Then I hear a banging sound. It's over and over. I roll out of bed. I stomp to the door and slam it open.

"IT'S FUCKING 3 IN THE MORNING!!!!" I yell. I look at who it is. Hamilton, what could he possibly want. His face is bright red. I look him up and down. He's wearing what he was earlier. But one thing catches my eye. His pants are tight around his hips. I try not to smile. 

"I uhh" He says he crosses his arms. "I got you something for christmas, but I didn't have time to give it to you. I can go.." I smile. He is still the awkward twirp that I met the first day. I step aside and gesture him in. He goes and sits on the couch. He pulls out something from his coat. The box. He hands it out and says "Here." 

I open it and inside is a pen. I look at him and say, "What the hell?" He looks at me smilling now. His pants are still tight. 

"What is it?" He asks.

"You got it and you know what it is. So, why did you wake me up just to give me a pen?" I ask.

"It's not just a pen. A while ago. 3 years ago you let me borrow a pen. You where mad because you loved the pen. I haven't used it." He then tossed another box. "I lost a bet." 

I open the box and just roll my eyes. "Lube. What did you loose to give me lube."

"It was a bet on chickens." He says his face, I thought couldn't get more red, got more red. 

I chuckeled at the idea of a bet over chickens. "So, childish." I say with a shake of my head. His pants get tighter and I just grin. "Now how am I supposed to make use of this?" 

He turns a deep red. "I am not sure..." He shrugs. "I'm sure a man as yourself can figure our how to make use of it. I just lost a bet." I nod in agreement and  walk over to him. 

"Your correct I do have in idea of how to make use of this." I say in a whisper. I sit on his lap and kiss him. He moans into it. I pull away smiling like a teenage girl. 

"Fuck." He says.