Jamilton-A Tale Of Two Hearts

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•Third Person•

Austin pushed up his sun glasses and pulled his hood up more, he could not afford to get caught, he looked at the small Tv in the coffee shop as he took a sip of his drink watching his face get plastered everywhere on the news, the cops were looking for him but they weren't going to find him that's for damn sure. The small bell atop the door rang as someone entered and sat across from him "what do you want? Who are you? Why-" "shhhhhhhh you ask too many questions Reynolds" "what do you want?" "An update." He said simply "on what?" "Alexander Hamilton"; "he's fighting with his boyfriend-" "don't call him that!" Austin snapped "what his boyfriend?" "Yes! I'm his boyfriend not that bastard!" "Ok, ok chill- his fighting with Jefferson" "good" "I've managed the get inside his head" "continue to do that" Austin slid James(R) money and a pice of paper "do not contact me until you have Alexander wrapped around your finger" "can do".

Austin got up and left headed towards Alexander's dorm.

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Angelica was currently on the phone with the police, long story short Peggy accidentally locked them in the garage and they couldn't get out. Once the fire department got them out everyone piled into each other's cars and headed to the college, Alex was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes "coffee" he muttered "I know baby" Thomas said rubbing the small of his back "I'll make some when we get back, you have any classes today?" "One in the afternoon" Alex said beginning to fall back asleep again, he wasn't a morning person.

Thomas and Alexander walked up to their dorm "still want that coffee?" "Of course". There were cover and pillows everywhere along with mountains of empty chip bags, Alex was sure he ate like 10 bags of chips and cringed at the thought.

He was not proud of that

Alexander put everything back in it's place so the dorm wouldn't be too messy "here" Thomas handed him the warm mug of coffee and sat on the couch with Alex. He couldn't ignore it anymore "about Reynolds" "we'll talk about it later tonight" Thomas said "I'm sorry I just-" Jefferson silenced him with a kiss "later tonight" "ok".

                           •Ts•

Alex arrived early as always and sat on the desk "hey dad" George was in the middle of organizing for to days lesson "hello son is everything with Thomas ok" "yep we made up" "good" "how's mom" "she misses you" "I'll swing by the apartment later today with Thomas" George smile, he'd almost forgot "I have good news son" "what?" "I'm going to quit teaching" "WHAT?! Y-you can't do that, you're retiring already you're 46!" "Don't be so loud-" "h-how, why" George dropped a book on the floor to stop his sons babbling, Alex jumped and shut up. "Let me explain first Alexander, I'm quitting because I'm going start a law firm" "WHAT?! Really that's a good idea, can I work there, who's going to work there, can I work their!?".

George shook his head fondly "yes you can work there" Alex kicked his legs in excitement "wait, you're just now tell me this" "yup, I'll bring you to see the building tomorrow and next week is my last week" Alex nods. Washington began his lesson on law as Alex and the other students took notes.

After the lecture was over Alex sat on the fountain in the middle of campus texting Thomas about his dads news. Someone sat newt to him but he didn't look up "Hey Hamilton thanks for the help I got an A", Reynolds "what do you want-" "how're things with Jefferson?" "Shut up and go away" "what you hate me to now", Alexander suddenly remembered something "you made a post calling my boyfriend a fag" James narrows his eyes wanting to say 'he is" but he didn't.

"I just want help with some math, how about we meet at liberty cafe tomorrow afternoon noon?" Alex thought about it, this was the reason he and Thomas  fought in the first place

He just wants help with math you asshole

"Fine, tomorrow at one" "thanks Hamilton" James got up and walked away while Alex made a mental note not to tell Thomas.