Hamilton One/Two/Multishots

I Fell in Love With My Best Friend - Kingsbury

Warning: Suicide

Hamilton's music was beautiful. His guitar playing was nothing compared to his voice, so rich and beautiful. He was singing about falling in love with his best friend. Samuel Seabury didn't need confirmation to know that Hamilton was in love with his best friend John Laurens. He had watched them.

Sam likes to watch things. He was a loner for most of the time and he usually spent that time observing. He knew everything about everybody and was always on top of the gossip, though he usually had nobody to share it with. Nobody wanted to be friends with Sam; Who would want to be friends with a stuck up, stick up the ass ginger kid anyway? Nobody.

Nobody except for George King the third. He was from Britain and even more stuck up than people thought Sam was (He wasn't, he was just shy). He had earrings, two gold crowns in each ear, and spoke with a thick accent and carried a surprising amount of tea with him. He favored a red leather jacket with white pants that made him look like a prat, a word Sam had picked up from his only friend.

George was the one Sam told everything to, the one Sam got information from. George taught him about sex when his religious parents refused to. George bought him his first drink and cigarette from god know's where. He dragged Sam away from his religious family to spend time together. He was literally his everything.

Sam smiled at a fond memory and felt his cheeks grow warm. He had known for a good year now that he preferred the company of men, and he had known for half that year that he desperately wanted to just be with George. He didn't care if they never touched or even talked, just being with him made him happy. And if they happened to hold hands or cuddle or kiss, then that was perfectly all right with him as well.

He glanced over at his friend. George was a good bit taller than he was, so he could clearly see him mouthing along and dancing slightly. Sam smiled into his white scarf, a present from George when he complained of being cold last winter. The sight of his usually "tough" friend being silly was just so cute.

George smiled down at him and Sam blushed before smiling back. He was truly really happy to be best friends with him, no matter what others said.

"Whatcha smilin' at Sammy? Thinkin' about a pretty girl?" George smirked and judged him playfully. Sam giggled.

"No. And you know no girls would ever like me anyway." Sam's smile slid slightly.

"Sure they would! You're bloody gorgeous, what girl wouldn't like you?" George smiled at him. Sam blushed darker. George thought he was good looking?

"You're talking to Samuel Seabury George, not Washington or Jefferson. I'm not gorgeous at all. I'm mediocre at best." Sam shrugged, swaying with the music.

"Like hell you are." George mumbled, and Sam giggled.

Hamilton was still playing. He looked around the room. It was dark and loud, and Sam decided to make his move.

He grabbed George's hand, causing him to look over at him. Sam bit his lip in worry.

"There's something I need to tell you." He mumbled and George nodded.

"And?" He raised an eyebrow. Sam squeezed his eyes closed as he gathered his courage.

"I like you, George. I like you a lot. I can't stop myself from thinking about you, wanting to be with you and getting jealous when you don't give me the same attention you give others. You're my best friend and I don't want to waste that. But I can't hide my feelings for you anymore." He looked up at his friend and wished he hadn't.

George was pale, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. He slowly drew his hand away from his friend and swallowed.

"Dammit Sammy, I- I'm sorry. I just don't see you that way." He stuttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "There's someone else I- I'm sorry."

Sam nodded, eyes filling with tears as he smiled and said, "Okay."

George glanced to his left and Sam followed his gaze to rest his eyes on George Washington. His George was gazing up at the taller male of the same name and both had a light red tint to their faces.

The fucking dam broke. Washington was everything Sam wasn't; Tall, masculine, strong, intelligent, attractive. Of course George would want someone like him. Why did Sam ever think he could be with his best friend?

Even though he told himself not to leave, the sight of his best friend and crush gazing at another, better guy broke his resolve. Sam turned and fled, tears streaming down his face. George didn't even notice, Washington had come over and began talking to him.

Sam didn't stop running until he was a good bit away from the venue. Then he collapsed onto a park bench, put his face in his hands, and cried.

He cried because he was alone again. He had once made George promise him that he would never be alone again. That promise was broken.

He was a mistake. A horrible, ugly, stupid little mistake that nobody needed, wanted, or loved. He was nothing.

He ripped the scarf from his neck. It was long and though it was so soft the material was strong and durable. It was perfect.

He began walking home, but he changed his mind and walked straight into the woods. There was a spot in the woods that reminded him all to much of Georgie; It was where he realized he was in love.

The spot in the woods was a tiny clearing surrounded by tall, dark trees with strong limbs. There was a rock in the clearing and they usually sat on it together, talking about everything and nothing, just being together in this small little place that was all their own. Sam knew that George often brought his conquests here and silently prayed he wouldn't bring Washington to this spot. He didn't want to be saved, and he didn't want his Georgie to be the one to find him. He didn't want to be found at all.

He climbed onto the rock and tied a noose. He had often heard people call it a forget-me-knot, and his stomach twisted with the beautifully dark name of it. It seemed to be fitting though; All he wanted was to be forgotten by everybody.

He tied one end of it to a sturdy branch and took a deep breath. He replayed every bad moment in his life, all the bullying and teasing and beatings and berating he had taken. And then he played his memories of his Georgie and the tears kept flowing.

He pulled the noose around his neck and took a shuddering breath. He prayed for forgiveness and for his parents to not mourn for him long. He prayed for everybody at their school. And he prayed that Georgie would move on and be happy with Washington and forget about the little ginger mistake who had the gall to call himself his friend.

The one thing that Samuel Seabury had done in his life that he himself didn't view as a mistake was jumping off the rock.