Stripped

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Alexander's POV

My beautiful Laurens...

I shake my head and click backspace.

My wonderful Laurens...

I sigh and click backspace once more. Why can't I just write this stupid letter? I've been trying to work on it for hours and I can't even get the first sentence right.

Ever since I met John Laurens my whole world has turned upside down. Usually I'm able to write ten letters in this amount of time, but I can't even write one. I've always had a way with words, but for some reason this man has stripped me of my most valuable asset. Every time I'm with him I can't think straight. His eyes are the most captivating color I've ever seen. Just one look and I feel like I'm being pulled in and locked inside with no way to escape.

I close my laptop in frustration as I replay in my mind the first time we met.

-1 week ago-

I type furiously on my laptop, trying to write down everything Professor Washington is lecturing about when a piece of paper is thrown onto my desk.

I look back at the person who threw it and my heart flips. A boy with tan skin, long curly dark hair, and freckles splattered all across his face smirks at me. I open the piece of paper and read:

"Man, type a little slower. You're creating a storm ;) -JL"

I stiffen at the use of the word storm but brush it off. I stuff the note in my bag but don't  reply. A lot of people tend to comment about how fast I work so the note doesn't really surprise me. Throughout the class I look behind me and see him smile at me every so often. When he smiles my heart skips a beat. He's so beautiful...

At the end of class I muster up the courage to go up to him and introduce myself. I grab my bag and laptop and slowly approach him as he gathers his things.

"Hi," I say, nervously. For some reason I can't  think straight. He looks up at me and his emerald eyes lock with mine. He smiles.

"Hi." There is an awkward silence before he says, I'm John Laurens." He extents his hand to shake mine.

"Alexander Hamilton. A pleasure to meet you, Laurens."

-present day-

I run my fingers through my long dark hair and  rest my head on my desk. I'm trying to write a letter to him to describe my feelings, but I can't seem to comprehend into writing how this man makes me feel. It's almost infuriating.

After we first met we've progressively grown closer as friends. He gave me his number a few days after we met, so we've been texting almost everyday. However, he hasn't graced me with his beautiful words yet today. I pull my phone out of my bag and type his name into iMessage.

Alexander: Hey John. Want to meet for coffee today?

He replies back almost immediately which makes me smile.

John Laurens: Definitely. I've missed your face. 30 mins?

I blush at his comment and reply saying I'll see him there. I put my laptop away, deciding against writing the letter. By now it's almost obvious there's at least something between us, but I can't seem to figure out what.

Hi guys! This is my first lams/Hamilton story I've written but the lord knows I've read about 100 😂 I really liked writing in Alexander's POV because of how complex his mind is, but I think I want to continue the story in John's POV to create the mystery factor, almost like whatever is going on in Hamilton's crazy mind is a mystery that neither John nor the writer can comprehend. I really hope you guys like this, please comment and vote :)