hey there! I wrote this story about a year ago and wasn't quite able to finish it. got a plot, got a plan. but I'm simply not writer material enough to continue it. so, I apologize. you can still read it. if you've read it before and wanted more updates, I'm sorry. the hamilton fandom was a wonderful place, and I'm still part of it. however, I simply traveled to more fandoms. so, this story is pretty much discontinued. I might revive it, but highly not. once again, I apologize. ~~~ Can you believe that a click can make two people click? Being the son of Henry Laurens, he is closeted. Being closeted means hiding many stuff from your father. Like a secret Instagram. John Laurens, the gayest person in the world, came across one of the most homophobic post in Instagrams from the most homophobic person in the world. AKA, his father. He came across one reply, from a certain user with the name: Writin'_NonStop. ⚠TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠ •Depression •Self-harm •Homophobic slurs •Cussing • a n g s t Started: May 21, 2020 Ended: |Ongoing| Status: On Hiatus Until Around eNd of mAy oR eArly juNe IM SO SORRY ~~×~~ omigod omigod this is #1 (10/03/2020) in lams this is unbelievable- HOLYYY MACARONI NOW WHY IS IT #1 IN ALEXANDERHAMILTON-- (11/04/2020) Thank you so much for checking this out!

A modern college Lam Fanfiction! • Cover cred to THE GREATEST : @MapleFaceTheGeek • "Alex!" John grabbed my hand to stop me from walking off. I reluctantly turned around, then smiled at his goofy grin. He pulled me in close to him and looked into my eyes. "You can't just run away like that," he said, teasingly. The street lamp directly above us cast a golden glow, making John's eyes shimmer. The moon was barely visible from behind the clouds, and it was just cold enough for puffs of breath to be visible in the nights air. It was perfect. "Laurens, I like you a lot," I murmured as John pulled me in for another kiss. We stood there for a while, kissing till our lips were numb. Then we walked back home, hand in hand. •