Wanting Something More

Text Messages & Dates

He pulled down his long sleeve, making slight sweater paws. John usually gave his own opinion onto how to beat the other gang. But his mind wondered off to Jefferson, remembering last night, and how his eyes looked at the stars. Filled with joy and happiness, nothing else. John fell for him.

He hoped tonight would be amazing, first dates were always nerve-racking for him. He knew Thomas must have liked him back, or else he wouldn't have asked him on a date, right? Yeah yeah, he must like him back.

"John God Damn Laurens!" He jumped back at his so called middle name. Alex was right in front of him, his eyes boiling with rage. John suck back into the couch. He wasn't paying attention, and he knew Alex was already mad at him.

"I'm sorry, um what part are we on?" Alex groaned rubbing his temple at John's comment.

"John what the hell is wrong with you, you leave early during my lecture yesterday and now your not paying attention to anything we're saying!" John didn't even look Alexander in the eyes. He looked down, playing with the end of his long sleeve.

"Nothing, sorry." John mumbled out. There was a silent tension in the room growing with every second. The light skinned man felt something lightly touch his cheek. His eyes met with Alexander's brown ones. The shorter man was cupping his cheek, just like Thomas did the other day. John gently smiled at him, a forgiveness kinda of thing.

"We we're talking about how we should sneak from the other side and catch them by surprise. How does that sound?" Alex put a stray hair behind his ear.

"Ahh just fuck already!" Mulligan laughed as Lafayette put his arm around him.

"Oui I agree with Herc."

Alex chuckled at his friends while John gripped his phone tightly another beep coming from it. Alex let go of John going back to his papers on the table. He started talking again, about the plans and John tried his best to pay attention.

Later that day John was playing soft beats in his room once again. Trying on different outfits for his date tonight with Thomas. It felt so unreal, he's going to the Delight Diner with thee Thomas Jefferson. His rival. Alex's rival. The whole Hamilton's Union rival.

If anyone found out he would be hung and stabbed by Alexander Hamilton himself.

"Mon ami may you please turn down-" Lafayette stopped in the middle of the sentence seeing John with clothes scattered everywhere and only having a button down shirt on. John put a finger over his lips, quickly turning down the music. Lafayette closed the door behind him giving John a questioning look.

"What are you doing?"

John scratched the back of his neck. Maybe he should tell someone? No no that would ruin everything, well what happened in the last day or two.

"Um," maybe half the truth. Or maybe a little white lie. "I'm going out to look at the stars."

"You're looking for v outfit only going to watch stars?"

"Um yeah I think it looks nice. I might stop by a shop."

"John you do not have a motorcycle."

The freckled boy sighed looking down at his socks.

"I'm um going on a date." Lafayette's eyes widen.

"Je suis tellement heureuse pour vous!"

John didn't understand what the Frenchman said but his tone seemed happy for him.

"Just don't tell Alex, he's been on edge lately and I don't want to make him feel, um." John had to think about the word he was looking for. "Just don't tell him please."

"D'accord John," he agreed. The lancelot went to the bed scattered with clothes, putting together light blue ripped jeans and a white shirt. "Classy but casual, oui?" John thanked him, liking the outfit a lot.

"Yes thank you Laffy." The taller man smirked and left the room.

Thomas went on his motorcycle cycle putting on his leather jacket with his gangs symbol on it. He took out his phone texting John saying he'll be there soon. As he rode over there he could see the houses rise up in class but just enough to know that it was still part of town. He wondered why John was even there that night, how he got lucky to find him there. Him being in town was such a big thing that just about everyone knew at this point. This small town was excepting a battle, a war. Thomas was happy about this, if he could defeat Hamilton, no one would mess with him again. Only on rare occasion with stupid little crews.

But then he thought about John, what if he saw John on that field, fighting with his people trying to win. God what if he gets hurt, his people had no mercy. He met this boy yesterday, just yesterday and the simple thought of him getting injured sent shivers down his back.

Thomas looked up at the house he was in front of, texting John that he was here. The house seemed nice, not luxurious but still better than his. Washington was very good at being a business man, he never knew why the older man left to turn to bikers and gangs.

His phone lit up seeing the text from John.

Coming through the window down the tree

What? Thomas looked at the other motorcycles in John's driveway. A black one was there with green tints, others with there own colors. The green one being familiar. Those were Hamilton colors, no fuck that was Hamilton's bike.

He felt arms go around his waist, a sudden warmth on his back.

"Ready for the diner milkshake boy?"