Forgotten dreams (jamilton)

Jacket potato?

Thomas sighed punching his way through the crowded hallways towards how doom. Glaring at anyone who got in his way, which was almost never, all he wanted was to go back to his door and relax but no. His roommate was of course Alexander hamilton. They have had a rivalry since they first met.

So Thomas would like to know who in there right mind would do such a thing? By the time Thomas had gotten through everyone in the hallways and up to his dorm It's was almost 6. Thomas barged in to see the small man still sitting at his desk writing about who knows what?

Thomas rolled his eyes the man's need for writing. "Hey asshole." He greeted walking around Hamilton to get to his room. Hamilton looked up rolling his eyes as Thomas had. "Foods on the table!" Hamilton called after him a small grin on his face.

Thomas retraced his foot steps only this time moving towards the kitchen Thomas took one look at the jacket potato and pretended to vomit. "YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE FRICKIN' JACKET POTATO!" Thomas yelled earning a small giggle from the other room.

"THEN MAKE YOUR OWN GOD DARN FOOD THEN!" Alexander yelled back "NO!" Thomas screeched back. He knew the reason he wasn't eating and it wasn't because he disliked the food. Thomas flopped down onto the bed and frowned at how it speaker under his weight. Not because he was heavy. Thomas Jefferson was the opposite of heavy but Thomas couldn't see that.

narrator following Alex pov -

Yes he had been writing all day. Was that unhealthy? Probably. But he had gotten up to make jacket potato. In all honestly  Alex disliked jacket potato but it was worth eating just to be could see the look of disgust on Jefferson's face.

He was just finishing off as Thomas walked into their small apartment. "hey, asshole" Thomas commented as he walked in. Alex ignored him. He watched Thomas slowly walk away and then pointed out the food that he had made. Thomas and Alex had a quick screaming match before Thomas stormed into his room making Alex almost fall of his chair with laughter.

He and Thomas had been enemies since they first met. It was obvious that Thomas had come from a richer family and that sparked something inside of Alex as he was brought up without a penny. It didn't help that Thomas liked debating as much as he did.

Alex sighed closing his laptop and walking over to his room. He wasn't going to lie it did worry him that Thomas didn't come out to make himself any dinner but he figgered that Thomas was rich he probably had his own fridge on in there.

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