{Jamilton} One Week

Day 2

The next day Thomas and Alexander sat at the table eating breakfast. Every time Alex would look over, he had to try not to laugh at Thomas' dark green hair. The box said lime green on it, but the man's hair was too dark to actually take the colour. Nevertheless it was still hilarious. Thomas could see that Alex was trying not to laugh so he glared at him.

"What?" Alex burst into laughter, "I can't help it if you look like a piece of broccoli."

"Shut the fuck up, I'll get you back for this!" Thomas scanned Alex, squinting his eyes before he smirked. "And I know exactly what I'm gonna do" He stood from the table and put his dirty dishes in the sink, Alex following behind him.

"Prank me back and I'll shave your head while you're sleeping." Hamilton threatened.

Thomas gasped and put a hand on his poofy curls, "You wouldn't dare!!"

"Oh I would" He walked into another room and Thomas started filling the sink with water to wash the dishes. He remembered it was Alex's turn so he plopped himself on the living room couch and turned on the tv. After a few minutes of watching some show and yelling at the tv. Alexander decided it was his turn. Thomas was in the middle of cursing at one of the characters when he heard a strange noise behind him: ZZzzzzz He quickly turned to see his arch enemy standing behind him, razor in hand.

"NONONONONONONO" Thomas yelled running away from him. "DON'T TOUCH MY POOF!" Alexander laughed and sat down on the couch, taking the remote and changing the channel. That was too easy.

Thomas was busy in his own office doing some paperwork. Again, Alexander being someone who got bored easily, was tired of binge watching random series on Netflix. He stood up and walked in circles around the room for a minute. Then his eyes landed on Jefferson's bedroom door. It was open just a crack. Now what could he find in there? He snuck in, making sure Thomas wasn't around to catch him. After snooping around he landed upon what appeared to be a journal. He smiled and opened it. It had his nemesis' hand writing in it, so he brought it to his own room.

A diary? It surprised Alexander a bit. Why would he keep a diary? He opened it to the first page that answered his question:

Dear stupid book,

I'm appearently supposed to write my feelings in here. Like after I get in a fight or something. I don't really know how this is gonna help anything, but my therapist insists on it. She says it's cause I have nobody to talk to about my problems except for her, so I need another way to get things off my chest. So here I am, writing random things in a book. I really hope she doesn't expect me to write too often.

Anyways, today I got in another fight with Mr. Hamilfuck. Man, I hate that guy. Well, I guess I don't technically hate him, I don't know him well enought to hate him. It's his plans I don't like. The way he thinks he's the smartest and everyone else is so dumb. It drives me crazy!

Yeah, that's all I got for now. Write ya later.
-T Jeffs

Alex laughed to himself. 'T Jeffs?'. He continued reading it as if it was a book. He did not feel guilty at all as he read private imformation about his enemy. Maybe he could even use some things against him. Alex learnt all about Jefferson's past, and Alex almost pitied him. Thomas had seen so much death in his life, that was something Alex could relate to. He finished reading the journal after a few hours. This was great! He knew more about Thomas than Thomas knew about him! Alexander could win every fight!