Jamilton |+ A Hamilton High School (Modern AU) Story +|

Chapter 5

                                                                                  ~After a week~
Alexander had invited his real friends over. Urging to get everything off his chest. His apartment was colored a white shade, looking as if it was a suite of some kind. He lived on the sixtieth floor. When you would walk in, the first thing that would catch your eyes, would be the kitchen. In the right hand corner near the door. A bar ran around, until an open space allowed you to walk in. The counters were just a beautiful granite. The kitchen was basic. It had a black fridge, black stove, grey and black dishwasher. Grey sink. White cabinets. Wood flooring that led to the living room. Alexander didn't have a dining room, but. Who cares? When you have a couch, and television, everything is just perfect. 
His couch was a light gray, that matched the plain carpet below. He had a coffee table, that held a bowl of fruit and the remote control. His television was a flat-screen, but it was a bit old. Not one of the new ones. He couldn't afford much at this time.
There was a hallway next to the kitchen, that led to two doors. One on the left, and another on the right. On the right was his bedroom, it wasn't much, just a bed and a simple desk. In the other room, a plain bathroom. Did I mention? He also has a balcony, a sliding screen door let him outside to enjoy the world. It was connected to his Living Room.
Alexander glanced towards his front door, as a knock sounded. He got up from the couch, grunting as he as comfortable. He used his socks to skid over, his arms flinging over his head as he almost fell. Alexander grabbed the handle as soon as he regained balance, opening the door to reveal his friends.
"Come in." he smiled at them, holding the door open for them to walk inside.

Alexander still hasn't told John about Jefferson's little crush. But today was the day. Today was sharing information day. Hercules, Eliza, and Peggy sat down on the couch, while Alexander gave permission for John, Angelica, and Lafayette to sit on the coffee table. It was long enough for three people to sit on. Alexander stood. It was arranged like this. Hercules, Eliza, and Peggy faced the other three that sat on the table. Same with the other three, but all of their heads were turned to Alexander.
"So?" Hercules asked, breaking the silence.
"I have something big." Alexander smirked, pulling out a paper that was in his jean pocket. By the way, they all were wearing the same things the day they met Alexander. Cool.
He handed the paper to Lafayette, sitting closer to him. They passed it around. It was his steps.
"So that's the big thing?" Angelica questioned, she gave an uncertain face.
"No." Alexander chuckled. "John." he turned towards him. John looked up, his head tilting a bit. 
"Did you ever wonder why Jefferson didn't jump you that day?" 
"Um, a bit yeah? I was just glad I didn't though." he yawned, as it was clear he didn't sleep much.
"Well, on my first day, when I 'decided' to join his group.." Alexander, for some reason, felt giddy telling John about this.
"James told me a little secret." everyone looked at John like they already knew what was coming. Of course, John confusingly listened. "He likes you." 
"That's not possible." he quickly answered, not looking surprised. "Anyway, I don't feel the same." he rolled his eyes.
"Well, that wasn't the only thing." Alexander shrugged. "On Wednesday, Jefferson expressed that he trusted me."
"What made him say that?" Peggy asked.
"I managed to bribe someone. I needed to make sure Jefferson knew I had his back. So, we pretended that I beat this guy up. When Thomas turned the corner, I yelled; 'Don't ever say that about Jefferson ever!'" 
Everyone stared at Alexander like they didn't believe it.
"That's so obvious though."

"Only because you know it wasn't true." Alexander defended. They all nodded in agreement, except Lafayette. He sighed, his face clouding with worry.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Jefferson is a big threat, he's probably the only person you can not take down." Angelica hugged him, patting his back in an attempt to calm him a bit.
"Things like this take time, Lafayette." Alexander took his paper from Peggy, folding it up and placing it back in his pocket.
"How about we watch a movie?" Angelica knew how to cheer Lafayette up, as he suddenly brightened. 
They ended up watching Moana, and half of the real life Lion King. Everyone fell asleep, except for John. It was dark outside, stars glimmering in the black portrait. He sat upright on the couch, noticing the balcony. He'd rise from his seat, weaving through the bundles of blankets people slept under. John opened the sliding glass door, being careful not to wake anyone. He closed it before any breeze could get into the apartment and wake his friends up by the cold.
He leaned against the fence that kept him secure. He had no idea what time it was, but he didn't care. Cars' buzzed below, lights sparkling. New York City was surely beautiful at night.
There was a nightly breeze, that swept at his low ponytail. John sighed. 
The door behind him opened, making him jump. He sharply turned, seeing a drowsy Alexander.
"John..? What're you doing out here?" He asked with a yawn. The door closed behind him, as he joined John, leaning against the fence. 
John gulped, slowly turning back the way he had stared. 
"I just needed to," he began to laugh. "I don't know. I've just always had an obsession with the stars, the lights. Just.. it's beautiful." his shoulders rose like he was about to shrug, but all he did was smile. Alexander placed his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"In your defense, it is quite beautiful."

***

"Party at my apartment!" Alexander passed around invitations contained in envelopes. The final bell had rung, Juniors crowded the hallways. Every person he would run into, he'd give an envolope, telling them good elements that would be there.
"Tonight at 10:00!" he'd add, everytime they'd begin to walk off. Today, he would let something slip of the 10 steps of beating a bully. He'd invite Madison, and Jefferson. 
Why? You'll see.
Alexander had already gotten to know the whole group. 
Aaron Burr.
Maria Reynolds.
Charles Lee.
James Madison.
And of course, Thomas Jefferson.
This is all going according to plan so far. There's only one little change in step.

"John. You distract Jefferson-"
"How?!" he seemed taken aback.
"Just, I don't know, be flirtatious!" Alexander saw him shake a bit, before moving onto the other five.
"You all will humiliate the others when Jefferson isn't looking. It might not do much, but it's a start." 

***

Half of the Juniors came to the party. Everything was already chaos, and it hasn't really started! Cups were splayed throughout the kitchen and living room. It wasn't much space, but it was enough to fit half of the junior grade. Plus, everyone seemed to be having fun.
Hercules and Lafayette remained a group, just in case anyone decided to take them on.
Eliza and Angelica.
Peggy and Alex.
Alexander kind of wore a disguise. Enough to fool someone. 
Jefferson had already gone up to John when he got there. Wearing a magenta sweatshirt and ripped jeans. Literally, everyone in the entire group of his did. They wore the same he did. Weird.. (Pretty weird... maybe it's because i'm a lazy writer :3)
John and Jefferson seemed to be having fun.
When Thomas wasn't looking, Hercules and Lafayette dumped four cups of beer on James Madison when they walked past each other. James couldn't tell who it was, since the beer covered his eyes. Everybody laughed at him.
Next, Maria Reynolds. Alexander never really got a look at her. But, she was gorgeous. She wore a red dress, that showed a lot. Rumours were going around that she was gay. Still, guys' tried.
Peggy looked unsure, but that didn't stop Alexander. The two passed her while she was avoiding everyone to get a drink. Alexander tripped her, her body flinging forward and down onto the floor.
"Maria!" He heard that voice directly next to him. Alex turned around confusingly, seeing Peggy help Maria up.

Reynolds nodded her gratitude, wiping her dress free from dirt.