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Helpless

Hamilton AU
hell yeah where the Hamiltrash at

Sorry this was kinda short.
However, I am sick today so I may be able to update again. It's a surprise.

Michael's POV

I sipped a cup of juice nonchalantly, watching the soldier boys laugh and talk about politics, war, and independence.

They talked with such passion and vigor, confident that they could break free from their oppressors.

My sister, Angelica, twirled around the dance floor, joining conversations about freedom every so often.

She often rambled on about the revolution, praising the strong leaders, especially a certain bastard orphan immigrant writer, Jeremy Heere.

She often talked about his writing, noting how his ideas were innovative and cunning.

My sister waltzed back over to me.

"Hey, Mikey! How are you doing?"

"Okay," I muttered. I really didn't want to be here.

"C'mon. Why don't you go out there and meet someone new. Put yourself out there!"

The moment she said that, the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

He flipped his shaggy bangs out of his eyes, smiling as he entered. 

I noticed my sister staring as well.

Without thinking, I grabbed my sister's sleeve and pulled her towards me and whispered, "Yo, this one's mine."

She smirked and approached him, leaving me behind.

Oh god. What is she planning?

I saw her chat with him for two minutes, maybe three minutes, and she grabbed his arm.

Oh no. I knew whatever she was planning, I would suffer.

Suddenly the man turned and we made eye contact.

A shade of crimson crept up the back of my neck, and I couldn't help but feel lost on his beautiful blue eyes.

I was helpless. 

I was brought back into reality by my sister, as she practically dragged him towards me, smiling evilly at me.

As she approached, I smiled at the rebel by her side.

I shook his hand, and we made direct eye contact.

I blushed.

"Michael Mell, its a pleasure to meet you."

He kept his hand holding mine.

"Mell?"

Angelica replied,
"My brother."

"Thank you for all your service,"
I mentioned, referring to the revolution.

I watched as Jeremy brought my hand up to his lips.

"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it."

I blushed even more.

Angelica smiled.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it!"

Jeremy and I continued our conversation, laughing and getting to know each other.

One week later, I found myself hunched over my desk, writing to Jeremy.

We sent letters to each other daily, and I was beginning to fall.

His words were so sweet and kind, and I couldn't help but feel helpless.

I saved all of his letters in a little box, rereading them whenever I felt lonely or sad.

Two weeks later, I found myself sitting by his side, my father with an expressionless face.

He was begging for my dad's blessing, with intent to marry me.

I couldn't believe that Jeremy was almost mine.

Tears formed at the edges of my eyes, knowing there was a good possibility we wouldn't get married.

Jeremy was poor, and I knew my father wanted my to wed a rich man.

But I wanted Jeremy.

My father stood and approached Jeremy.

My heart practically kept out of my throat.

Suddenly, he shook Jeremy's hand, and said,
"Be true."

Jeremy smiled and turned to me, practically blinding me with his smile.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I dug my face into his shirt.

That boy is mine.