Jamilton Oneshots

Slow Waltz

Ham's POV

\Well, today was bound to be a miserable day. I woke up at 2. And couldn't fall asleep. I tried writing. I failed to find a single pen. I tried daydreaming. I kept getting sidetracked and my fantasy went little father than 'the sun shone brightly'.

 I flopped over on my bed. I wasn't hungry, but I fixed breakfast anyways. I put a piece of bacon to my mouth and gagged. No bacon for Alexander, I guess. 

I thought about what I might do today. Argue with Jefferson? Yeah, probably. No, undoubtedly. Listen to people argue with each other, yeah, that's probably true.

 Die? I looked at my mirror on my closet door. ''Not today, Satan."

Maybe tomorrow.

 I got dressed and worked on my assignments that weren't due for months. I watched some Friends. I reread The Art of Racing in the Rain three times. 

I tried to remember my Lexile range. 1400? 1700? 1380? I took a test in fifth grade, it said I was at a college level reading, but that doesn't mean shit if I don't know what level college is. I looked it up on my computer. God, fifth graders were supposed to read at an 880 level? Fuck that, I thought. I drummed my fingers on the windowsill.

 I checked my watch. One reason I wore long sleeves, all the time, was to hide the daisy watch Jefferson once gave me. He gave it to me as a joke, another reason to laugh at me. It was my birthday anyways, Lafayette probably pressured him into buying it for me. I wore it a lot. It was actually a nice watch, and when I was stressed I listened to the steady tick, tick, tick, tick. It was strangely comforting. 

I got dressed and took a deep breath. I was already exhausted. But I had to keep going. 7:00 AM. Time to go to work. I arrived feeling new. I was still rather tired, but I put on my brave face and walked in.

 "Ah, hello immigrant!" 

I heard Jefferson's insult loud and clear, he was right in front of me. Fuck, I didn't have the energy for this. I pushed past his stupid magenta coat and walked to my office. 

Jefferson's POV

I was confused. Hamilton always had a snappy response.

 But today, his nose wasn't even flared. Was he that exhausted? (I know I am it took me fifteen damn minutes to write 336 words) Why was he so tired? I mean, I do my best to aggravate him and annoy him, but today I guess he just...wasn't feeling it?

 I had dirt on him, which made making fun of him a lot easier. Boy, did he make a mistake when he dropped his personal file on the floor near my office by accident. Orphan, immigrant, father left, mother died, brother killed in hurricane, resulting in PTSD. Cousin committed suicide. He had also written down a lot of his personal thoughts, like how much he hated me, but sometimes wished he didn't.

 And how he still had that little daisy watch I gave to him all that time ago. I smiled. It was a little gift just to test whether he was gay or not. That answered my question to my satisfaction entirely. God, Lafayette was smart.

 He had even put his favorite cookie in: peanut butter. I decided to get him some, see if he can figure out who got them. And possibly cheer him up too. 

"Washington?"

 I knocked on his door. 

"Yes? Come in." 

Answered Washington. I opened the door.

 "May I take a short break to get some cookies? It's for someone who's sick." 

Washington looked surprised, but smiled. He nodded.

 "Thanks!" 

I said, giving him two thumbs up as I baked out of his office as quickly as I could. I ran to the store and bought a big package of peanut butter cookies. I paid and ran back to the office. It was lunch break, great. I took a quick peek in Hamilton's office and saw nobody. 

I walked in and placed the cookies on his desk. Oh, I should write a note! I grabbed one of his pens--purple, close enough--and wrote my little note.

Hamilton's POV

I walked back into my office and saw a package. I wasn't too curious, but soon it was eating me alive. I was about to rip open the package when I saw a small note attached. I picked it up and read it.

Hamilton,

         Does oo have the sniffoos?

Love,

       Someone Special

I smiled, how did they know that Calvin and Hobbes comics were my favorite?

 I then opened the package and gasped. Peanut butter cookies! How did they know? I had only written it down on my...my...personal...file...I shot up.

just realized there would be no reason to write down your favorite cookies or what comics you read in your personal file but

 Oh shit. Holy mother of fucking god. 

Furiously I studied the note, this time with the means of someone I knew in mind.

 I recognized the handwriting now. It was even purple. I refused to have a single magenta item in my office because of Jefferson, but of course he would use purple instead. 

Purple and magenta...Similar colors.

 Of course. I stormed from my office to Jefferson's. I slammed the note on his desk, making him jump and look up. 

He smiled like the fucking devil he was.

 "Figured it out that quickly, huh?" 

I was shaking with anger.

 "You stole my personal file and read it."

 He shook his head, still smiling. 

"You dropped it. Right in front of my door." 

I lunged at him.   He grabbed my fists. I was now leaning uncomfortably on him. 

"You know, you shouldn't just hide all you emotions except anger." 

He released one of my hands. I swung at him, my fist connecting with his jaw. He whispered "ouch." He touched the spot with his free hand gingerly before wrapping his arm around my torso and pulled me in close. I struggled against him. 

"Let me fucking go, Jefferson." 

Jefferson shook his head, his hair bouncing slightly. I pushed against him, but god damn, he had a tight grip. I gave up, but managed to turn away from him, at least. 

He still held my wrist, which he was now rubbing his thumb against. I hoped that he was doing it absentmindedly.

Jefferson's POV

I smiled. Finally, Alexander was in my arms.

 He fell limp, and I knew I had won him over.  I stood up, Alexander's legs swinging a good two inches off the ground. Instinctively he clutched me. 

I began to waltz, Alexander complaining, but finally he settled down. He even rested his head against my shoulder. I slowly waltzed over to my magenta couch and lay him down.

 I sat down and Alexander moved his head into my lap. I grinned. and stroked his hair. He sighed and curled up on his side. Soon he was asleep, his sides rising and falling peacefully. 

I lay my head back, and let myself exhale. I rested my hand on the side of his face, twirling a stand of hair, and thought of the future.

HAPPY. FUCKIN. ENDING.

Fuck looking back a shitload of these are sharts. might delete or rewrite later idk. But I've kinda gotten a lil interested in Hamilton again but mostly for a n g s t so sorry everyone who likes fluff and happiness.