take a break [ jamilton ]

[ 18 ] operation duck slippers

a/n - have a suPER EARLY AND LONG CHAPTER BC IM IN A GOOD MOOD BC OMG I LOVE THE NEW COVER OF THIS BOOK AAA

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♔ thomas jefferson ♔

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alexander has a boyfriend... huh?

alexander probably won't come back...

i wonder if alex is okay...?

...oh my chris, he's into men.

i roll off my bed and land on the floor with a thud, the pain jolting through my body as i collide with the wooden floor. a groan leaves me lips as i slowly begin to open my eyes, my arm under my forehead giving me distance from the floor.

reality hits me like a ton of rocks as everything from the past week washes over me:

1) i have so much paperwork to do, it's hell.

2) my birthday was absolute bullcrap.

3) i haven't seen alex in two weeks and i really miss him right now but what can i do if he hates me for some reason and his crazy as hell boyfriend wants to kill me?

i twist so that i'm lying on my back and that i'm facing the ceiling, a permanent frown is on my face as i think about everything.

my birthday was a week ago and so was the phone call. alex hasn't come back yet and john is literally coming at me for sulking everywhere at work. i've even missed two deadlines in a week, for fucks sake!

i groan out in annoyance and throw an arm over my eyes. "i swear, alex better call me or i'll jump off a cliff." i sit up and throw my arms in the air, anger riling up inside me. "hell, text me even!"

i suddenly have a craving for mac and cheese.

getting up from the floor, i make my way toward my bathroom and freshen myself up. when i look up from washing my face, i see myself in the mirror. i stare for a moment.

"...hey, why won't you answer your phone?" i ask myself, thinking about how i should speak to alex when i see him again. i pause. "do you have a fever? i can go buy medicine for you if you want."

silence washes over me.

"oh my god, die." i cry out and snatch the towel from its hanging position, furiously drying my face as i cringe. since when did i practice for this shit? i throw the towel down somewhere and finish up my morning routine.

when i open the freezer downstairs, my jaw drops to see that my five spare boxes of frozen mac and cheese are gone. have i really been stuffing my face all week? god, what is wrong with me?

i groan for the hundrenth time this morning and grab my coat and keys, heading for the front door and slamming it shut behind me.

once i arrive at the grocery store (purposefully going to the one alex works at so that i have a chance of running into him), i instantly rush toward the freezer aisle and to the mac and cheese section. i don't know if i should be proud that i know where it is, but i don't care.