Text! A Jamilton Fanfic

coincidence

Alexander Hamilton was an idiot. 

This was a well known fact, if you were Alexander. He knew because he had just looked at the clock and it was four forty in the morning and Alexander had to be awake at six o clock in the morning to start getting ready for school, which started at seven forty five in the morning. He ran a hand through his greasy hair. When was the last time he had showered? Did it matter? Did anything matter? 

Then his phone lit up. And he was reminded that things did matter, that he was loved, and that he probably should take a shower. He'd been friends with this person, aliased "macaronus," for going on a year now. They knew everything about each other, and Alex was pretty sure he was in love with them. He couldn't be sure, though. 

He had been trying to get better. It was just a matter of staying motivated when he couldn't find motivation, and keeping his emotions down when he was emotional. And reminding himself that he mattered. To at least one person. And that was enough to keep going. 

He'd asked about the nickname. Macaronus, this person said, was what a single piece of macaroni was called. Alex laughed at that just about every day. 

macaronus: it's really late, by the way
boyingreen: you don't say. just checked the clock. i don't know if it's worth it to try and sleep, i might just be more tired when i wake up. 
macaronus: you at your cousins? 
boyingreen: yeah
macaronus: maybe try taking a shower. he's chill right? 
boyingreen: relatively. i'll try that tho, it's been a bit since i've had one. see you in a few. 
macaronus: be safe <3

He stood up and made his way to the bathroom. He tripped on something. He didn't care. He turned on the shower and watched the bathroom steam up and sighed. Undressed. Got in the shower. He tried not to think as he lathered his longish hair with shampoo, which felt nice he had to admit. Being clean was...refreshing.

When he was done showering, he dried himself off and flopped back onto his bed. 

macaronus: so i do need some advice on something. there's an opening in the debate team at my school, and i'm considering whether or not to join. 
boyingreen: is debate an interest of yours? 
macaronus: i don't really know. i think it might be, but i haven't really had a chance to find out. 
boyingreen: i mean, debate isn't a super popular  extracurricular. it's like a subset of theatre. i don't think there's any harm in you joining, so long as you're willing to put the effort into it.
macaronus: yeah, good point. hey, i am gonna try and catch some sleep. be safe, okay? 
boyingreen: for sure. same to you, dummy. 

And with that, both of the users went offline. Alex rolled over and looked at his alarm clock, which now read 5:11. He sat up and looked outside. The sky was a very pastel shade of dark blue, indicating that the sun would be up soon. He lied back down. It'd count as a nap, but at least it'd be something.

Waking up less than an hour later was hell, though. Alex turned off his alarm and forced himself to sit up so that he didn't fall back asleep. He groaned. Yay school.

Minutes passed, and he managed to get out of bed by 6:15. His stomach was screaming at him for some food, so he shut it up with a cosmic brownie that was laying on his desk. He pulled on a pair of pants over the boxers he'd worn to bed and tossed on his green hoodie without bothering to put on a shirt first. He stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were tired with obvious bags below them. 

He didn't like the way his hair was framing his face, so he pulled it back into a lazy excuse of a bun. Then he pulled it back down, because he hated how the bun looked. Then he tucked the hair behind his ears and gave up on trying to make himself look good.

He slipped his feet into old Vans that he'd gotten from a thrift store a while back. Money was tight. He had a limited amount of nice things- his phone, a locket that he'd stolen from his mother's room after she died but before they could take her body away, he had a pen that he'd taken from his brother. 

After his mom died, he'd moved in with his cousin, which was where he was currently. It was a swap every week, though. One week with the cousin, one week with the Washingtons, then back to his cousin's house. He liked his cousin's house better, they were more strict at the Washington's place. Way more strict. His cousin stayed pretty much out of his way, let him do whatever. As long as he wasn't in trouble, he was fine. 

He looked at the clock, which now read 6:50. Time to go. He hoisted his backpack onto his shoulders and called out to his cousin that he was leaving before stepping out the door to walk to the bus stop. 

Thomas Jefferson was waiting there. They lived on the same block. Alex thought that Jefferson was cute, if he wasn't so much of an asshat. That was a big turnoff. Like, really big. 

"Good morning dipshit!" Thomas greeted. Like an asshat. 

"Bitch." 

"So glad to hear it."

"Get a hobby." Alex said. "Oh wait, you have one. It's called being an asshole." 

"At least it's not wearing the same hoodie to school every day." 

"Oh shut the fuck up, will you?" 

"Not a chance, darling." 

Alex pulled out his phone to text Macaronus, but decided against it. He knew it would be second nature for Thomas to look over his shoulder and he really didn't want that this morning. Thomas was on his phone, though, tapping furiously. Then holding backspace. And tapping more. 

Alex wanted so so badly to peek, but was distracted by his own phone buzzing. 

macaronus: how are you? did you end up getting any sleep? 
boyingreen: yeah, a little. still tired as all shit, though. ah- gotta go. bus is here, service is shit there. 
macaronus: by coincidence, my bus is also here. talk later? 
boyingreen: for sure.

And for a very brief moment, the thought crossed Alex's mind. What if it wasn't a coincidence?