My Name Is Alexander

Chapter 11

John's PoV

I didn't realize it, but over the next week, I was slowly starting to ditch my friends more often to hang out with Hamilton. I also started noticing little things he did. For instance, whenever we were talking about Nonstop, his videos, him going to VidCon finally, there would be a small sad and regretful light in his eyes that I would barely see. I wonder why. I also noticed how he always kept his leather jacket and combat boots near spotless, and he never ever takes his jacket off. And how he would wear dark red gauges on Mondays, dark purple on Wednesdays, navy blue on Fridays, and black every other day. I didn't realize it, but I was starting to like him. Like like him.

"Hey, you going to the dance?" Hamilton asks me at the end of the school day.

"I dunno." I shrug. "Maybe, but just for the snacks."

"I could go with you. As friends." He smirks. I punch him on the shoulder and he laughs. "I'm going either way, with or without you. Gilbert wants me too. Says I need to get out of the house for a little while."

"Then I'll probably go too." I say. He smiles.

"Okay. Cya later!" He slings his backpack over his shoulder and runs off to his motorcycle.

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A few hours later, I walk back to my school. Hamilton's waiting outside, leaning on his motorcycle. "Hey, be careful around the punch. Someone spiked it." He hiccups.

"I see someone found that out the hard way." I remark.

"Eh, I didn't have that much. My head's just a little fuzzy. I'm fine. Now let us go forth into Hell in a quest to find some snacks. Seriously, I haven't eaten all week. This boy needs some cookies!" He cries, walking into the building and into the gym. It's insane. Music is blaring, people are screaming and dancing, there's balloons and confetti everywhere, it's crazy. "Yeah I'm going to stay right here." Hamilton says, taking a step closer to me. "I'll get lost in an instant and you won't find me 'till next week. Gilbert would have my ass."

"Alright smol man. You're sticking with me." I say.

"I'm not smol. I'm fun-sized." He says defensively.

"Fine. You're fun-sized." I laugh.

"Good. Now I need a cookie." He pulls me towards a table set up with about fifteen different junk food items and a bowl of punch. "Punch is spiked." He reminds me, grabbing three cookies off the table and retreating to the back corner. He hands me one and takes a bite out of the second. He finishes both of the other cookies in a few seconds. "Soooo you wanna dance?" He asks slyly.

"As friends?"

"Whatever you want." He says, taking my hand and bowing. "Master Laurens, will you do me the honor of allowing me a dance with you, as mere friends and nothing more?"

"You're crazy." I laugh.

"Perhaps." He adds something under his breath that I don't hear. He grins up at me and takes my hands in his, swaying casually to the music. After a few minutes, the music changes to something slower and not quite as casual. Hamilton's hands become a little sweaty in mine and he bites the inside of his cheek, his brow furrowed slightly. He looks down at his boots, takes a deep breath, and looks back up at me. "J-John, t-there's so-something that I've been w-wanting to-to tell you." He stammers. He looks directly into my eyes and I hold his gaze. "I-I-I-I-" He stammers. But I understand. I feel it too. I take initiative. I lean down and press my lips into his. He kisses back and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer to me. He puts his hands on my chest and doesn't pull away for several long moments. When he does, he lays his head on me with a happy sigh and smiles. "I love you John Laurens. I've been wanting to tell you for a while." He says.

"I love you too Hamilton." I say, kissing the top of his head.

"Alexander." He says softly. "My name is Alexander." I smile. He has a beautiful name. And now he's mine. This boy is all mine.

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We left early to go back to his house for popcorn and a Star Wars marathon. He talked me into it and tomorrow is Saturday, so why not? We rode back on his motorcycle and it was pretty great. "Hang on, Gilbert calling me." He pulls his phone out and answers it. "Yes, Your Majesty? No, I'm not going to stop answering you that way because it's hilarious. No, we went home. Me and John. Wha- yeah. Yeah. Shut up! NO! We're going to marathon Star Wars so get your ass back here soon, we'll only wait ten minutes for you. Sure, sure, s'long as Dad's okay with it. Okay, see you in ten. Love you too. Buh bye. Okay come on, Gilbert says he's bringing some friends over as well and we got popcorn to make!" He wrenches the front door open and dashes inside. Washington looks up at us and registers Hamilton's excitement, his huge grin, my shy one, the fact that Hamilton is dashing around the kitchen, and seems to understand everything.

"You be good to him son. How many people are coming over?"

"I don't know it's Gilbert he's probably going to bring half the grade thanks Dad I love you you might want to go to room so you don't have to hear my pterodactyl screeches and ugly sobbing!" He shouts, pulling down bowls from cabinets, with the help of a step stool. Washington chuckles.

"As long as you don't tear the house apart, I'll retire to my room for the night." He says, standing up. He nods to me with a knowing smile. I dip my head to him and sit on the couch. The door opens a few minutes later.

"Bonjour John. He's making a sheet ton of popcorn, eesn't he?" Gilbert says.

"Yes I am because knowing you, you invited half the grade over Gilbert!" Hamilton screams over the microwave in what I know is his 'at home voice'.

"Fuck you! I only invited..... seven people!"

"Okay, that's restraint. Good job Gilbert." He says, coming out of the kitchen with bags of popcorn. He looks up and his face goes blank.

"Hello people invading my household. Not sure if you're aware or not, but tonight we will be marathoning Star Wars in Chronological Order. Including Rogue One and The Clone Wars and Rebels, excluding Solo and the Disney Trilogy because Solo is unnecessary and the Disney Trilogy sucks." He says flatly, passing out popcorn bags. "This will take us well into tomorrow and be warned, you will have to endure pterodactyl screaming and ugly sobbing from me and possibly Gilbert." He turns the TV on and sits on the couch next to me. "Hello Meade. Nice to see you here." My friends, plus two people I don't know are here.

"Hey Hamilton." The guy I don't know says, sitting down next to him. I'm assuming his name is Meade. "Hello, Richard Meade."

"John Laurens. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

"Alright everybody shut up!" Hamilton screams. "We're watching The Phantom Menace! Thank you!" He leans on me and I wrap my arm around his shoulders. My smol bean.

Am I totally kinda inserting myself into this story through Alex's slight obsession with Star Wars? Yes. Gimme a break guys XD I have no one to talk to who as big as a nerd as me, but one of friends is watching TCW so I get to talk to her about it a bit.

-Bottomless Pit