Laurens is Mine
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  • Reads 53,807
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  • Parts 32
  • Time 2h 1m
Complete, First published Oct 01, 2016
A modern college Lam Fanfiction!
  
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  Cover cred to THE GREATEST : @MapleFaceTheGeek
  
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  "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.
  
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*this is currently being edited* I am horrible at descriptions so I'm just going to put an insert from it for now: Alexander Hamilton had never experienced snow. Never. Growing up in the Caribbean he'd never had the chance. Never until he'd moves to New York. Sure, he dreamed about seeing snow. But he never imagined that it was so cold. Yeah, it was pretty and all, but it was way too cold. The first year was the worst, but each year made Alexander dislike snow more and more. John was happy, though. Growing up in New York, John was used to the snow. Alexander on the other hand, he wasn't used to snow at all, as he grew up in the Caribbean. "Hey, Lex," John said, walking into his and Alexander's apartment. Alex looked up from his huddle of blankets on their couch. "No," he muttered. "What was that?" John asked, cheerfully. "No," Alex muttered again. "What?" "No. I'm not going outside." Alexander glared at John. "At least not until Spring."