✰ stars | lams, thaurens, and jamilams one shots ✰

✰ why not both? - jamilams ✰

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john's point of view
t_jefferson: hey sunshine

https-freckles: hey tommy <3 what's up

t_jefferson: i was just wondering if you needed a ride to school tomorrow

https-freckles: sorry! alexander already asked 🥺

t_jefferson: that bastard
t_jefferson: at least let me take you to subway for lunch
t_jefferson: i'll pay

https-freckles: ofc you can <3 no need to pay
https-freckles: but don't call him that he's sweet 🥺

t_jefferson: only for you darling
t_jefferson; i need to go study for washington's test, i'll text you later sunshine

https-freckles: text you later <3

i turned off my phone, softly smiling to myself. hi, i'm john laurens and my life is basically a coming of age indie film.

it started freshman year. alexander hamilton and thomas jefferson are constantly fighting to impress me. i believe it started off a dare, whoever i said yes to first owed the other $20, but then, they both fell.

during my early high school days, i was a nerd. i had bulky glasses and braces. i didn't know how to dress, owning sweaters and converse. my skin wasn't only littered in freckles, but also with bright red acne.

then i invested in contacts and skincare. i also was guided by my best friend, peggy who assisted me on how to dress.

it's junior year and they still haven't stopped. i even tried going through a goth phase to scare them away, but that just made them more interested. i still remember the night where alexander tweeted (and i quote) "john could step on my throat with his platform boots and i'd say thank you." so.

i know i shouldn't really complain about being chased by 2 guys when some stunning girls who can't even get 1, but i hate being the center of attention. and one way to have everyone's eyes on you is to be chased by the stars of the debate and football team.

i facetimed peggy and she immediately answered before the first ring even started.

"wassup, freckles! are you ready to go to school tomorrow?" she asked, eating nutella straight out of the jar.

"no, i'm not ready, but i have too because alexander promised he would take me to school." i replied, laughing as she got down on her shirt.

"ah shit, angie's gonna beat my ass." she complained, trying to get the stain out.

"just sneak it in with her load of clothes, she won't have a clue."

"speaking of clues, wanna come over and watch clueless?"

"i would but you know that just ends up with me sleeping over, and i don't want alexander to drive to your house just to get me."

"whatever you say. anyways, what're you gonna do about your dilemma?"

oh, right. throughout the 2 years of alexander and thomas fighting for my love, one of them eventually got it. well, both of them got it. i still remember the day i realized.