Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson are sworn, enemies and everyone is well aware of that. They argue about literally everything and always find some way to piss each other off. They both attend King's College and have debate class together and when they're chosen to have a debate, it's always...an experience. It usually ends with Mr. Washington, their teacher, pulling them apart before they rip each other's hair out while other students chant "fight fight fight..." Even worse, they share a dorm. When they're there they completely ignore each other unless they're arguing.
Alexander and Thomas were in debate class having yet another heated argument where threats were thrown along with rude comments. Class ended and Mr. Washington called for Thomas and Alex. "Jefferson, Hamilton, a word." He looked pretty angry and Alexander, being the teacher's pet he is, looked nervous, while Thomas didn't seem to care. "You two need to stop with the bickering in my class. This is a debate class where you discuss your ideas and try to convince the other person to follow your ideas. That does NOT mean sit here and argue and throw rude comments and threats at each other cut it out both of you. Now go see you two tomorrow." As Washington finished his lecture Jefferson and Hamilton both walked out and back to their dorm side-by-side, not saying a word to each other.
It was getting late and Jefferson was sitting on his bed listening to music while Hamilton was typing away on his computer like always. Alex was fixated on what he was writing when he suddenly heard a loud crack of thunder followed by lightning flashing through the window. Alex closed his computer and went to the bathroom quickly, sitting on the floor in a ball as the storm outside became worse.
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Alexander was sitting in bed next to his sick mother waiting for a storm to pass. He was twelve at the time and afraid of the loud sounds of the thunder. He laid next to his mother and she held him close, pulling his hair out of his face and wiping his tears. She gently pet his hair until he fell asleep.
Little did they know the storm was only going to get worse. Alexander woke up to strong wind and loud thunder from a hurricane. His mother had gone out and he was left alone in his mother's bed, waiting for her to return. His father had left their family for another two years prior so all he had was his mom. Hours had passed and he still had no sign of his mother's return. He started to worry seeing as the weather was only getting worse.
The next day Alexander's aunt came and took him to her house to live, explaining that his mother had been killed on the way home from the poor weather conditions. From that day on Alexander was petrified of storms.
Alexander sat on the bathroom floor hysterical crying, trying to hide his sobs so Jefferson wouldn't hear but he failed. "Hamilton, are you crying?" He said from the other side of the door. "Go away I don't feel like listening to your shit talk right now" Alex spat. Thomas decided, then, to walk in. Thomas' eyes went wide as he saw Hamilton with red and puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Oh, god Hamilton what happened?" Jefferson was well aware of Alex's fear of storms, as was everyone else, and when a loud crack of thunder suddenly sounded causing Alex to squeeze into an even tighter ball, he realized why he was crying.
Jefferson sat next to Hamilton and put an arm around him. "What the fuck do you want? I told you I'm not in the mood for your shit." Alex spat. "Just shut up and relax dickhead" Another crack of thunder sounded and Alexander hid his face in Jefferson's chest, clinging to his shirt. "It's okay Alex, you're safe now," Thomas said as he traced circles on Alex's back. Alex eventually drifted off to sleep and Thomas carried him to his bed and put a blanket over him. "Goodnight Alexander."
Ayeee that was horrible but I hope you liked it ish if you have any requests leave them in the comments of my first A/N thank youuu
