Alex POV
The next day everyone went back to normal classes. Debate class was really awkward. Peggy pulled me to her side protectively. Thomas looks at me desperately, I glare back. Any feelings I had at one point for this pain in the ass are gone. He stared at me for a minute and I realize I'm wearing a sweatshirt that used to be his.
"Mr. Washington, may I run to my room really quick? I forgot something." I blurt.
"Of course son." He says. I smile weakly and race out of the class. When I get to Laf, Herc, and my dorm I change into a sweater that John bought for me. It was red with a blue and gold kite embroidered on it and a dotted trail. The trail made a heart. I slip it on and race back to class, grabbing my laptop. Yes I had in fact forgotten it. When I step out I'm greeted by Angie. I bump into her and end up pinning her to the ground on accident. She blushes.
"S-sorry Alex." She says. Then she does something I would never expect. She leans up and kisses me. Part of me really needed it and leaned in, the other half wanted to pull away in disgust. My first half won.
Then I did something strange, I said "I love you."
A few hours later Angie and I held hand to lunch. Eliza was jumping everywhere saying how cute Angie was with me. We both blushed and face palmed.
"Your children will be so adorable my cinnamon rolls!" Eliza scream and does a freaking back flip.
"What the-" I begin.
"Don't question it. She's weird like that." Angie laughs.
"I won't. Love you, little bird." I say kissing her cheek.
"Love you too, Lex." Angie responds.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Alexander Hamilton. Tell me Hamilton, what kind of slut does it take to get together with someone directly after a bad breakup?" Jefferson asks putting his arm around my shoulder. My grip on Angie's hand tightens and I move my arm around her waist, where her other hand clasps mine.
"Your one to talk about being a slut, Jefferson." I shoot.
"Ooh, he misses. I know I'm a slut." Jefferson says with a smug grin, but his eyes give him away, showing off his sorrow.
"It takes a special kind of whore to cheat on their significant other while they're in the hospital." I jeer. "Ooh, I'll give an example. 'Baby girl I love you!' 'Thanks don't cheat on me while I've got amnesia boo.' 'I'm gonna go fuck your brother.'" I mock him.
After lunch I'm done with classes and go take a nap in a tree.
I grasp Angie's hand tightly. Our children play in the field around us. Liz and John.suddenly I see Thomas and another me. Children are with them. Philip and Ange. Me and Angie both wear wedding bands, but look tired. The other two people don't wear wedding bands but look happier. I realize this is the two paths I see myself going down. My brain plays what each life might be like. On the Thomas path we get married, adopt two children, and then get divorced because of something I did. It ends with me dueling Burr and losing. The Angelica path shows me a happy marriage until her father loses her job and we barely make enough to live. I get a job but neither of us are happy but our children need us. It ends with me being pushed off a building by Charles Lee. I get a falling feeling.
I am jolted awake by a sickening crack and crazy pain in my right leg. I'm on the ground.
"Oh god, Hamilton. What the hell did you do?" Jefferson teases.
"I think I broke my damn leg." I say.
"Does wittle bwaby hamiwtwon need me to cawwy him?"Jefferson taunts.
"Yes you ass. Get me to a goddamn doctor, idiot." I hiss in pain.
"What's in it for me?" Thomas asks.
"Just do it!" I scream. The tall man picks me up and takes me a doctor.
"Well sir, you fractured your shin in three places." The doctor announces. They put a big neon green cast on my leg. Come back in two weeks for a checkup." He says, helping me into a wheelchair. Thomas waits for me.
"Sup, Wheels?" He taunts.
"Nicknames? I'd almost say you want me back." I taunt.
"Shut it, Hamilton. Where to?" He asks. I begin shaking at the words.
Thomas POV
Goddamnit he started shaking.
"Fuck! Hamilton? Are you okay?" I scream snapping my fingers.
"Charles. Please stop." He mutters. I freeze. Charge Lee? The man who kidnapped and raped him? I help him into the car.
"No, Hamilton. Shh. I'm not gonna hurt you." I tell him as I get in on the driver's side.
"No. I don't want to." He mutters.
"Shh. It's okay. Your gonna be fine." I whisper. Suddenly he screams and punches me.
"Jefferson? How did I get here...?" Asks the short man.
"You had a flashback or something. Do just want me to drive you to Laf's?" I ask. He nods and stare out the window.
"I want you to read everything on my old laptop." He suddenly says.
"Why?" I glance at him.
"I don't know." He sighs. We drive in silence.
When I drop him off I have to help him to the door.
"Come on in. I have nothing better to do." He says. We walk into the well decorated apartment. Pictures on the wall include wedding photos, group pictures, and even couple picture that Alex and John took years ago. Another couple are of Alex and Angelica. One confuses me, though. It's a picture of me and Alex hanging out under the old willow tree. My face is covered by my hand in a loose peace sign. It's the only offsetting thing in the house. Alex redid the room I found him in when he got really high. The walls are painted bright green with white triangles and his bed has his old green sheets on it. I can only see it because the door is wide open. In the living room is cozy, having a white couch and love-seat but the extra chair has black cushions. The dining area has a nice circular white marble table with black legs and three black chairs. The accent color is turquoise, the pillows in the living room are that color, and the place mats are a nice bright shade.
"Geez, Laf and Herc sure did put a lot of time into this place." I comment.
"Yea. Coffee?" He offers pouring himself a cup.
"You have tea?" I ask.
"Raspberry alright?" He asks.
"Yea. So does this mean you might-" I am cut off by Hamilton spitting out the coffee he was sipping on. "Let me finish. I meant as a friend." He sighs in relief.
"No. I'm just making sure I don't owe you for taking me to the hospital." He glances at me. "You can leave whenever you want. I'm gonna watch a movie. Any suggestions?" He asks. "And definitely not Heathers."
"How about Babadook?" I say.
"K." He says. When he goes to find it I begin softly singing.
"Lazy lover, find a place for me again. You felt it once before, I know you did." I sing he looks up at me.
"Whiskey princess, drink me under, pull me in. You had me at come over boy and meet a friend. I understand." He continues.
"Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane. Oh god I'm sick of sleeping alone. You're salty like a summer day. Kiss the sweat to your radio." I sing louder.
"Backseat serenade. Needle hand grenade. Oh aren't you sick of sleeping alone? You're salty like a summer day. Kiss the pain away to your radio!" He adds.
"You take me over. I throw you up against a wall."
"You've seen at before but this ones different. It's deliberate."
" You send me reeling ,calling out to you for more."
"The value of the moment lives in metaphor. Yeah through it all!"
"Backseat serenade-" I cut him off by kissing him. He pushes me away violently.
"You need to leave." He says.