i dont™ ~A Jamilton Story~

remembering

Alex's P.O.V

Everyone forgot what happened last night.

I didn't.

I awoke to a bird chirping out my window as the sun shined over my morning face. I arose from my bed to see Laurens sitting in front of me, texting someone on his phone. "Whatcha doin?" I ask.

He looks over to me with a fluttered face, but manages to change it to a positive face after seeing me, "Nothing! I'm just going to see a movie with a friend." He blushes.

"Who?"

"The Schuyler sisters ..." He trails off, looking to the floor with shame and doubt.

I move closer to him and smile, "You dont have to be embarrassed about that! Go, have a good time." I have no idea why he's making a big deal out of it, "Don't eat too much popcorn though." I giggle as I slip out of our bed and put some clothes on.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm going to work to get some articles done." I put my green hoddie over my shirt and walk out of the bedroom. Once I grab my gift card, I say goodbye to John and head out to my car.

After a while of driving through the busy streets of New York City, I decide to stop at Starbucks first so I can start typing.

After ordering my Peppermint hot chocolate, I take a seat and get my computer out. I start writing a paper on the dangers of the boarder wall and how it would hurt America more that benefitting it.
After furiously typing for a few minutes, I see a tall figure out of the corner of my eye sit down across from me at my table. I look up from my screen to see who it is.

Once I look forward, all I see is chocolate brown eyes with a slight shine in it, fuzzy brown hair, and a smile that lights anything on fire.

Thomas

"H-hey" I stammer. Damn it!

"Hey." He smiles at me. Oh my god.

We talk for a bit, and I explain to him about how the wall is a total bust and shouldn't be enforced. He agrees with most of the things I say. After minutes turned into an hour, his phone went off.
"Washington is calling me in, gotta go." He stands up and smiles before turning around to leave.

"Wait!" I call out. He turns around to face me.

"What?" He questions.

"Can you take me too? I need to finish this paper." I stand up.

He accepts and I follow him out the door. Once we get in his car he turned my favorite playlist on from the musical Miranda.

"WHO LIVES WHO DIES WHO TELLS YOUR STORYYYYYYYY." We scream in unison. I look over to him to see him having a blast. His smile is radiant and his eyes are filled with joy. We pull into the building we work at and step out to walk inside. Once we get inside, we are forced to part ways to different sides of the building.

"Well, I'll see you around!" He waves.

"Yeah." I smile slightly and walk away to my office.  

Once I close my door a giant smile comes over my face that I couldn't wipe away even if I tried. 

I try to get my work done, but Thomas is all I think about. The way he smiles. The way he talks. Does he know that I'm dying inside every time he looks at me? After getting nothing done, I overhear Washington knocking on my door, "Come in." I signal. He slowly opens the door to meet my eyes, but looks away quickly, "What?" I ask. I'm usually the one looking away from him in embarrassment because of something stupid I did, "S-son, there's something I need to tell you." He stammers. I hate when he calls me son. Not that I don't want to be considered his biological son, it just reminds me of my real father that left me forever ago, and George is not like him.

           "What is it?" I tilt my head in a questioningly manner. I doesn't answer for a while and decides to look at the wall. Before I can say anything, though, he finally answers me, " Our company may be shutting down soon." He finally gets out.

 My mind goes blank. All I think about is all the papers I've put into this company for it all to just... go away.

"That's impossible! How could this happen?" I stand up, throwing my hands in the air.

"The U.S Government called me asking for the 150,000 dollars we owed in debt in the next 5 months, or we will be forced to go bankrupt."  He sighs to himself in defeat.

"There's no way we'll be able to pay that off, though!" I raise my voice, but calm myself down after. I sit back down with a loud irritating moan as I throw my hands over my eyes to block out my sight of reality.

"I know it's going to be hard, but I wanted to ask you something." I look up to meet his eyes.

"What?" I ask.

"What is going on between you and John?" He questions.

I don't really know anymore. I feel like I'm pretending to be in love with him to make me forget about what else is there. I tell him that I love with every itch of my heart, and I do!

But, not my whole heart. Someone else has a piece of my heart.

Thomas.

I feel comfortable with him. I feel like I can me myself around him. I feel like we are meant to be.

Soulmates.

I feel my face heating up as I stammer out a response, "Were just dating now. Even though we aren't soulmates, that doesn't mean that we can't be together." I pause for a bit to think of what to say next that won't completely set him off, "Right?"

He gives me an akward look. He knew how much I love him. Or, should I say loved? Oh geez.

He stares at me for a bit before dropping the topic, "I need you to type out a lot this week. We need to at least try to get the money. Make sure every article is intriguing, and that it draws people in." He motions someone outside the room to walk in, "And to make sure that all of your articles are good enough to be published, I'll need someone to read over every one of them." I watch him think to himself as we both hear a whistle come from the hallway. George turns around to see Thomas walking past the door way on him way to god knows where, "Thomas! Perfect!" He grabs Thomas wrist and pulls him into the office, "Ugh.. Thanks?" Thomas gives a confused face as he's pulled into, now closed, office.
"Thomas will be reading over all of your articles before they are published!" George smiles at him "great" work. I stand up quickly and throw my arms in the air, "Thomas!?" I yell. Thomas gives me a stern look that almost makes me sit back down, but I dont,
"I dont need someone reading over everything I type! I think I know wiether my work is good or not!" I protest. George holds back a laugh as he holds up a printed paper of one of my published articles, "You mean to tell me that an article about wiether roast beef sandwhichs should be eaten with mustard or mayonnaies is is good?"

He holds back a laugh as he percies the tip of his nose, "I'all have you know tha-"
"Save it. Your working with Jefferson and that's final. I want an article done tonight. Make it good."

He walks out of the room, leaving Jefferson in the same room as me, "So... wanna get started tonight?" He started figiting with his hands, "I can write my own things, you just stay out of it." I gather my stuff and prepare to leave. Before I can step out, Jefferson stands in front of me, "I just got this job a few days ago. You think I'm gonna ruin it because you think your the best thing since sliced bread?"

Did this guy really just compare me to sliced bread?

"I'll have you know tha-"

"No. I'm coming over to your apartment tonight, and we are going to get an article done. Do you hear me?" He has a stern voice now.
I sigh as I walk past him, "Be there by 8." I hear a "whatever" from him as I step out the building to get to my car.

{1460 words}