The Apocalypse Brides Promise

Chapter 12

After all these years, they still have Hamilton on Disney+... 

Theater kids are damn extreme. 

I had 13 pause the TV quickly, however. "We still need to put on some pajamas," I informed her, standing up from the bed. She nodded in agreeance and she went to grab some pajamas as well. I went downstairs where my stuff was and I grabbed a pair I kept on me. Deciding that 13 was changing in the bedroom, I went ahead and changed where I was. 

I slipped off my scarf, and then my old torn shirt, replacing it with my silky, red pajama button up. I buttoned a few of the buttons, stopping at the top of my chest. I then slipped off my old boots, socks, and jeans, replacing them with my pajama shorts that matched the shirt. I sigh, finally in something comfortable.

I made my way upstairs, packing along my older clothes. I entered 13's room, seeing her on the bed. 

"Hey!" She greeted. I smiled and greeted her with a wave. 

"Hey! Sorry, it took me a bit." 

"I actually only got back in here. Had to wash my makeup off." 

"I understand that, dear," I spoke softly, setting my stuff down near the door. I walked back over, hopping onto the bed. 13 giggled and then turned towards the TV, ready to un-pause it. 

As she clicked on the video, I smile as the familiar voice said. 'This is your king, George the third...' 

"Jonathan Groff..." I whispered, staring more intently at the screen. "... Oh god, do you remember that obsession I had with him and Lin-?" 

"I-... I actually do-" 

"Oh god..." I place a hand over my face with my hand, resulting in 13 laughing at me. 

"No, no- don't be ashamed! It was cute!" 13 exclaimed, hugging me tightly. She ruffled my hair, smiling softly. I look at her softly, tilting my head to the side. 

"Cute? Freaking out celebrities isn't cute-" 

"Well, I mean- they didn't exactly know about it being you..." 

"... I hope they're safe. I mean, they are still around and everything." 

13 fell silent, the only thing I heard was, "What's your name man? Alexander Hamilton!" I finally decided that instead of bothering her too much, I would just sing along and hope she does the same. 

"1776... New York City..." I sang. She looked up at me with a smile. 

"Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?" 

I smile, leaning back on my elbow. "That depends, who's asking?" 

We both made eye contact and started laughing. "It's amazing that we somehow managed to be theater kids and zombie apocalypse nerds," I spoke.

"I know right?"

"Like, if that isn't multitasking, I don't know what is." 

13 began to giggle, and then she fell back onto the bed. She pulled the scrunchy thing from her hair, moving it around her wrist. I always kept my hair short, which usually makes people second guess trying to kidnap you. The only thing that I could put into maybe a ponytail is my bangs because when your hair is shoulder-length, it just makes it weird. 

I laid down as well, staring up at the ceiling, still singing along to the Musical. 

"Your favorite songs are still the King George ones, right?" 13 questioned.

"Of course, I mean... I love the way Jonathan Groff sings! What about yours? What's your favorite Hamilton song- or songs-..." I smile, looking towards her.