Jamilton Oneshots

I Had Too Much Fun Writing This

"Congratulations, Alexander, you're an idiot. Here's your award." 

Thomas leaned over and stuck  a star on my arm. I glared at him.  He said I was the idiot? My god. I huffed and averted my eyes. Back to the work. It was nearly impossible with Mr. ADHD over here. Who ever thought it would be a good idea to do this, huh? 

Thomas and I, roommates! Caution, you are entering a war zone! After five minutes of Thomas's endless torture methods (poking, yelling "ALEXANDER! LOOK!" millions of times and then pointing at the ceiling, testing how long he could groan without taking a breath, tapping his fingers on the table) I gathered my papers in my arms and went to my room. 

I left the papers on my dresser and sat down on my bed, my stomach cramping. I took the pain like a true warrior and screamed into my pillow. 

"Shut upppp!"

 Shouted Thomas from the kitchen.

 "No! I'm gonna stay in my room all day and do nothing! Go do something productive!"

 I shouted back. I sat in my bed and sulked for the next couple of minutes before I pulled out my laptop and looked at Florida Man memes. After a couple hours go by, I decide to go and get something to eat. I stumble into the kitchen with my purple blanket wrapped around my head like some sort of hooded robe. I hobbled to the fridge and opened it. I took the ice cream out and sat on the couch, ready for a movie.

 "Thomas?" 

I called, not wanting to get the remote. Thomas came into the kitchen and saw me on the couch. 

"Remote?" 

I nodded.

 "On one condition," 

said Thomas, raising his finger.

 "You share the blanket and ice cream with me."

 I pondered this. Remote and Thomas, or no remote and no Thomas. Ah, what the fudge.

 "Fine. But keep your hands off my head."

 Thomas had a horrible habit of touching my hair. It was annoying. But I kinda liked it. Thomas grabbed the remote and sat down, a badly-hidden grin on his face. He clicked the remote and the TV turned on with a flash. 

"What movie?" 

Thomas asked.

 "Uh...Moana? No, The Little Mermaid!" 

"What about the Lion King?"

 I thought for a moment.

 "No! Moana." 

Thomas sighed and turned on Moana. I grinned and snuggled into the cushions, ready for movie night.

Thomas

Alexander fell asleep right around halfway through the movie. 

He slumped on my shoulder, his head resting on me. I wrapped my arm around him and moved the blanket a little so it covered both of us.I turned off the TV, Alexander wasn't gonna watch any more anyways. I looked down at Alexander, sleeping in my arms. How many times had I envisioned this? How many times did I flirt shamelessly with Alexander, only to have him take it as a joke? I mean, it kinda was, but whatever. 

My eyelids felt so heavy. I closed them, my rather sleep-deprived body shutting down already. Slowly I let myself slip into sleep, making sure Alexander was comfortable. Because that is my top priority.

Alexander because thats how the story flows 

I blinked. And blinked again. I was on the couch. I sat up, only to be stopped by something heavy. I groped at it, discovering that not only was it an arm, it was Thomas's arm.

 I jumped up, sending Thomas rolling onto the floor in a pile of pillows and blankets. He grunted in surprise and lifted his disheveled head from the mess. 

"Boy, were you sleepy last night. You fell asleep...right..." 

Thomas was snoring already. I sighed in exasperation and went to get changed. I got some fresh pajamas on, since I wasn't ready for actual clothes (hah) and went back to the couch to play video games.

Thomas

I woke, startled from my vivid dream of Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog getting into an argument with Lafayette about how to pronounce Facilier. Then they agreed that it was pronounced "fashwiwilliway" and made voodoo baguettes. I felt the need to call Laf and confirm he had never made voodoo baguettes, but decided against it. I sat up and smacked my head on the coffee table. I must have rolled off sometime in the night. 

Where was Alex, anyways? I pressed my fingers to my temples. Dr. Facilier was singing.

"Are you ready, are you ready," 

over and over in my head. 

"God dammit, Fashwiwilliway, shut the fuck--"

 I looked up and saw Alex looking at me strangely. He had a video game console in his hands.

 "Is your head okay?" 

He asked, going back to the game. 

"Yeah, thanks for asking." 

I said, standing up. I smiled mischievously and planted a kiss on Alexander's head. Without a second thought he chucked his console right into my face. I yelped and fell back, clutching my nose. 

"I dink you broke id!" 

I cried.

 "Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry--"

 Alex scrambled over to me, his face hovering over mine. I flung my arms over his head and pulled his into a kiss. He looked shocked, but quickly melted into me. 

lol idk how to end this I don't feel very nice about writing romantic shit based around living ppl

throwin some shade to those bts and harry styles fanfics that everyone loves like wtf that's a living person???? like imagine thousands of ppl shipping u with ur best friend like I'd feel rlly weird about that

just my personal shit opinion

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