Courage (Lams Soulmate Au) ✔

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AN: Sorry I didn't update yesterday! Completely slipped my mind

Alex POV

Here I am, minding my own business, thinking about John, writing about him, staring at pictures of him, thinking about our date, thinking about our second date, thinking about our kiss, writing about our kiss, when all of a sudden, oh, would you look at that, I just realized my last pen ran dry and I really don't want to walk in the snow to the office supply store to buy some more right now, so I'm going to head downstairs and borrow some pens from Parr, because she always has extra.

I walked out my front door and down the stairs to Parr's door, but I didn't knock. I didn't need to knock. Parr and I had been best friends for years and the most awkward things we have walked in on each other doing had already passed and weren't awkward anymore. We just walked in.

So, imagine my surprise when I'm just trying to walk into my friend's apartment and bam, I walked in on the two people I hate most in the world kissing.

"THOMAS JEFFERSON?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The two men broke apart and stared at me. The one with the very fluffy hair was, as I knew, Thomas Jefferson.

"Who the frick are you?" he said angrily. Language censored.

"Alexander Hamilton. What the frick are you doing here and where the frick is Catherine Parr?" Language censored.

The other man, who was James Madison, stood on tiptoe to whisper to Jefferson.

"You're that guy who keeps making sheetposts about my political beliefs!" he said, pointing at me. Language censored.

"Congratulations, sir. Where is Catherine Parr and what are you doing in her apartment."

"Look, asshole, you have the wrong guy. This is my apartment, and I don't know any Catherine Parr."

I stormed out and slammed the door, starting to text Parr as quickly as I could. I was halfway through a long rant when I noticed she had texted me first, a couple days ago.

IDon'tNeedYourLove: hey alex I moved out to live with my bf henry, sorry about any confusion. some rich politician is going to live in my apartment now. keep in touch?

For a famous author, she had surprisingly awful grammar and punctuation when she texted.

I mean, then again, so did I. Sometimes.

theother51: sorry I didn't see this cath. yelled at the politician who lives in ur apartment now. course i'll keep in touch. be careful about henry

IDon'tNeedYourLove: okay thx. also he's probably just going to die in like a year anyway lmao.

I laughed, even though it was a sick joke, and poked my head back into the apartment. The two men were sitting on a couch discussing things in whispers.

"Hey, sorry about that, motherfrickers. Hamilton out," I said, and slammed the door again.

theother51: also, I need pens.

IDon'tNeedYourLove: ha good luck w/that

I went back to my apartment and collapsed on the couch only to jump up again when my phone pinged with a text from John.