A/N: You should give me a freaking award for this dammed titles.
Alexander Hamilton was defined by many people as a fearless person. He was afraid of literally nothing. At least to people's eyes, that was the case.
Now, little do they know that there was a thing that 'Mr. Never Afraid' couldn't take.
Thunderstorms.
He hated them, despised them with all his soul. They brought back memories that were traumatic in so many levels, it was indescribable. He could feel himself shrink just by the thought of being in the middle of a thunderstorm ever again.
He didn't get any panic attacks, with the years he had learned how to control them. But now, every time there was too much rain and thunder, he just got so...depressed.
He would sit down over his bed in his lonely apartment and just think about all the things he could have done if he wasn't so slow. He could have save his brother. He could have climbed that building with him. They would be living here at the big apple. Both of them, but he was just so fucking terrified and it made him so angry.
Anger.
Alexander Hamilton felt anger every time he thought of that.
He got angry at weather for being such a destroyer. For getting his city streets all drowned taking the lives of so much innocent people. He got angry even at God for letting all of this disaster happen. He doubted about if he should still believe.
He got angry at himself for not being able to do the right things at the right moment.
It was tiring. He felt angry. He felt depressed. He felt completely empty.
One particular day. It was Sunday, which was kind of ironic since the last thing seen was the sun. The sky was dark with gray clouds. Alexander was walking down the street to his house from the grocery store. It wasn't that gray when he went out of his house.
He looked up, still walking. He sighed heavily.
<<Amazing.>>
He thought sarcastically.
As he walked nearer to his place, he could feel the little drops wetting the flesh of his face and arms. It started slowly and just as he opened his apartment door a loud thunder exploded, now giving birth to harsh and noisy rain.
Alex's mind was still assimilating and he sat carefully on his couch, leaving the groceries on a side.
He once more, sighed heavily, brushing his hands over his face. He started having migraine and his body suddenly felt numb. His hair wasn't tied up so he ran his fingers through it, trying not to start thinking about the rain.
Then there was a knocking.
He furrowed his eyebrows and walked to his door. He wasn't very tall to look through the peephole, so he mid opened the door.
There was a boy, no, a man. He had freckles all over his face, long curly hair tied up in a ponytail and the most stunning green eyes Alexander's ever seen. He was, also, soaking wet.
"May I help you? " Alexander asked from behind the door, still confused.
"Uh, yeah, I was hoping I could, probably make a phone call? My Motorcycle ran out of gasoline and my phone died. " The man asked in a shy way, but still clear and strong.
Alexander wasn't very sure about letting him in, but the dude seemed desperate and honestly, if he found himself in that situation, he obviously would like to be helped.
"Sure. Wanna come in? " He fully opened the door.
"Don't mind if I wet your floor? " The guy smiled half heartedly, stepping inside.
"No problem. " Alex closed the door and went to grab his phone. "Here you go. " He handed it to him.
"Thanks." The guy nodded and took it. He clicked a number and waited for them to pick up. He tapped his foot anxiously on the floor giving quick glances to Alexander.
After a while after three more shots, no one picked up.
"Damn Laf... " He muttered and Alexander looked at him a little concerned.
"Maybe you should try calling a taxi. " He suggested, sitting in front of him.
He was still standing in the middle of the entrance, leaving a small puddle in his spot.
"Yeah, I guess... " He sighed. "Thanks anyways, Alexander. "
The smaller boy's eyes widened with surprise, leaning back a bit.
"H-how do you know my name? "
"I'm inside your head, Alex. I know everything about you. " He smiled softly, approaching him.
Alexander's heart pounded castle against his chest and his breathing quickened. He could hardly formulate sentences as the guy in front of him kneeled and cupped his hands on his.
"What d-do you mean?" He whispered erratically.
For the first time in a long time. He was afraid.
The man just shook his head and kissed the boy's hand, then stood up.
"See you soon, Alexander. " He lifted up his hand and just like that,
Alex woke up.
He was breathing quickly and sweating. He found himself over his couch. He looked around.
The groceries were still next to him. He looked down at himself, he was wearing the same old sweatpants and his green hoodie. He looked at his door and it was closed and locked. He looked outside the window, it wasn't raining anymore, but there were still falling a few drops from the rooftops.
He wiped his forehead and looked at the watch on his wrist.
6:23 pm.
That was the most random and strange dream he ever had. He had never seen that man before, how can it be possible that he was part of his subconscious?
His thoughts we're interrupted when his phone buzzed with a new message. He picked it up.
HercMull:
U busy?
He breathed out loudly and decided to call his friend Hercules.
'Yo Lex! '
-What do you need?-
'Ooh, chill' his friend let out a small laugh 'I was thinking you can come over to this taco place with me and some friends? '
-Uh, I don't know Herc-
'Come on man! It's been a while! '
-I know, it's just...nevermid, sign me in.-
'Dope. See you at 7, I'll text you the adress'
He said before hanging up.
Alex needed some distraction, and this was the perfect chance.
*
Alex entered the small colorful establishment looking for his friend.
Hercules approached him with a smile, Alex smiled back, a little weak, but genuine.
"Alex! My man! How you've been? " He palmed his back, walking along to their table.
"Good, I guess. " He decided to keep all the weird dream related stuff to himself. He didn't need his friend to think that he was going bananas.
When they made it to the table, where Herc's other friemds, he almost faints.
There he was. The guy from his dream. Curly hair, green eyes, freckled skin. His breath got stuck in his throat.
"Alex this is Lafayette, you know, the guy I started to date, and this is John Laurens, Laf's friend. "
The last mentioned stood up, grabbed his hand and kissed it, giving shivers to the speechless Alexander.
"Pleasure to meet you, Alexander"
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I don't know what this is. I got this idea while studying math for my midterms.
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