Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Hamilton Bakery

A/N - band camp starts soon so updates might get slower that all depends on my energy

John's POV

   I'm nervous. I'm sooooooo nervous. I stepped foot into the bakery and approached the small boy behind the counter. He wore his curly red hair in a bun on top of his head and his beautiful violet eyes were hidden behind big round rimmed glasses that sat in his pointy nose. He had freckles dotting his tan skin and flour dusted his body. He wore a green apron that matched the decor and there was flour all over that. I sheepishly walked up and waited for his attention. He looked up and flashed a dazzling smile.
   "Hello, welcome to Hamilton's Bakery! How may I help you?" There were a few people in the booths and they paid no attention to us.
   "I-I'm looking for the owner?"
   "Yeah, sure. Let me get him." He turned in a circle and leaned on the counter with this huge shit eating grin. "How may I help you?" I laughed a little and he beamed. "No one ever laughs at that!" He smiled.
   "Really? How? That's hilarious!" We both laughed and he straightened up, wiping the counter down.
   "So what can I do for you?" He hummed, I swallowed hard and pressed on a smile.
   "I saw the help wanted sign in the window and I wanted to see if you still had any openings."
   "Of course. I'm the only one here so help would be nice. Can you bake?"
   "No." The boy raised an eyebrow and I quickly caught up to him as he moved on the other side of the counter. "But I can bus tables and wash dishes. I can fix things and do the register." The boy stopped and glanced at the door as a man stepped in. "Please. I really need a job."
   "Well, you'd have to work all day and I'd need to show you the ropes but I think it might be helpful. Hold on." He moved to the register and helped the customer before returning to me. "You're not like some low life, are you?"
   "No! Just a kid who needs money for college." The boy laughed at that and smiled.
   "You got the job." He grinned.
   "Really!"
   "Yeah, you can start tomorrow."
   "Thank you! Thank you so much! I swear you won't regret it." He chuckled and shook his head.
   "You're gonna need this." I handed me the towel and I grinned. "Also I need you here everyday at eight a.m. The bakery opens at nine and closes at five." He informed, I nodded along and got an idea.
   "Hey, I'm not doing anything so maybe you could teach me everything today that way tomorrow I won't be a screw up." Today was Sunday which meant most people were at home or at church.
   "Yeah, sure. Follow me."
   "I never caught your name."
   "Alexander Hamilton."
   "John Laurens." We shook hands and got to work."

   "Alexander?" I called, pushing the door open a few minutes before eight a.m. and looking around.
   "Back here!" Alex called, I slipped behind the counter and found him covered in flour. He was checking ovens and loading racks and chugging coffee.
   "How long have you been here?"
   "Since like five. Can you give me a hand?" I nodded and took the tray from him. "Let me see. What's on it?" I bent down just enough for him to see and he pointed to a display case. "Those are croissants. They should be labeled." I nodded and slid it into the slot. I helped Alex load everything and by the time we were done it was time to open. Alex ran out in his apron and covered in flour to turn on the open sign and unlock the door. He collapsed on a stool behind the counter and chugged more coffee.
   "Ok! That's your third cup and I'm gonna take that." I took the cup from him and he sighed.
   "I didn't get much sleep last night."
   "Why not?"
   "I couldn't fall asleep."
   "Well, when that happens to me I usually count sheep." Alex shook his head and I smiled. "I can't take you seriously covered in flour. How did you get it in your hair?" I chuckled, a small smile tugged on Alex's lips as I dusted him off and brushed the flour off his freckled cheeks.
   "I'm clumsy." He hummed, I chuckled and ruffled his hair. I got it out kind of and he pulled his hair into a new ponytail.
   "Much better." I smiled and he shrugged, yawning. A customer walked in and Alex hopped up. He took his order and started to fix the coffee.
   "John, can you get a cinnamon out please?"
   "Yup." I grabbed the tongs and set a cinnamon roll on one of the white and green plates. Alex set the matching coffee cup on the tray and delivered it to the table. I noticed that his hips swung when he walked, I found it adorable and intriguing.