Chapter 2
Hammy's P.O.V
This is it. We just graduated high school. I'm in the car with my best friend/crush. This is it. I'm in his car, and we're driving to my place to celebrate with all our friends. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna ask him to go on a date with me.
"Hey, John?" I felt my face flush. I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants.
He hummed in response.
"I need to tell you something." I giggled nervously.
"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I-I-I...umm" I swallowed. "You see, I...I, umm"
"Alex, you alright?" He asked.
My hands and breath were shaking. I slowly nod my head and start counting in French to try and calm my nerves.
Slowly, my hand stop shaking, and my breath becomes normal. "I love you, John Laurens."
"I love you too, Alexander Hamilton." He replies. "You're my best friend."
D-Did he just friend zone me? I knew he didn't like me the same way I did. I mean, who would. Who in their right mind would want to be with me? The angry little gremlin with a coffee addiction. The orphan who deserved to be beaten and abused. I can feel pressure put on my chest as tears fall down my cheek. I cover my face with my hands.
"Hey, you good, Alex?" I can feel him staring at me.
I tell him that I'm just tired, and he leaves me alone. Sobs start to silently leave my chest. Luckily, we reach my house and I run into my room and lock my door. I lean against the locked door and slide onto the floor. My sobs start becoming louder and louder as I curl into a ball and lay on the floor.
*Knock, knock, knock*
"Alex, what's wrong?" I hear a voice say from on the other side of the door. "Can you open the door so we can talk?"
I get quiet and unlock the door. I run onto my bed, and hug my knees into my chest. My arms are laying on my knees, and my head is on my arms. Slowly, the door creaks open.
"Son?" I hear my dad's voice call. "What's wrong?"
I sniffle as I feel him sit next to me and pull me into a hug. "It's John."
I feel his grip tighten on me as he speaks. "WHAT DID HE DO TO MY BABY?! I SWEAR I WILL BEAT HIS A-"
"Dad!" I interrupt him and pull away from the hug. "You don't need to do that. I can handle this on my own."
"You sure?" He questions.
"Yeah." I think for a second. "Can I have another hug?"
"Of course, son."
He pulls me in for another hug. I start tearing up again, leaving dark stains on his shirt. He pats my back, and rubs it gently. Slowly we both pull away, and I start sniffling.
"I'm fine." I reassure him. "I'll be down in a second. Is John still here?"
"Yeah," He answers. "He wanted to come up first, but I told him it would be best if I went in first."
I nodded and he left. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I turned on the water, and washed my face to remove any evidence of my breakdown.
Once I get downstairs, to the living room, John asks me if I'm okay, and I respond with a simple 'I'm fine.' Soon enough, everyone gets here. The Schuylers and Maria group with John, and Laf, my brother, comes running to me with his boyfriend, Herc. They pull me into the kitchen to talk.
"So...DID YOU DO IT?!" They ask in unison.
TurtleBoi's P.O.V
"I need to tell you something." My best friend/crush told me.
"Yeah?" I raised an eyebrow.
Was this it?! Was he finally going to asked me out? Would he want to ask me out? I'm that weird gay kid with a mind of a child. The weirdo who is obsessed with turtles. Does he even like me like that? I hope so...
"Alex, are you alright?" He keeps stammering, and can't form a sentence.
After a few minutes, he calmed down. "I love you, John Laurens."
WHAT DO I SAY?! DOES HE MEAN ROMANTICALLY OR LIKE AS A FRIEND?! I-I... "I love you too, Alexander Hamilton." I reply. Without even thinking, I add, "You're my best friend."
What if he meant romantically? What if what I just said ruined my chances with him?
He suddenly gets quiet, and at a red light, I stare at him and ask if he's okay. He lays his head into his hands, and says he's fine, so I leave him alone.
When we get to his house, he runs out of the car, and straight into his room. Immediately, I try to chase after him, but his dad stops me.
"ALEX!" I yell as he runs up the stairs and slams his door shut.
"What's wrong, son?" He asks me.
"H-He ran out of the car as soon as we got here. I don't know what's wrong with him. What did I do?!" I started thinking of all the things I could of done wrong.
"I'll go talk to him. Just sit here." He says.
"Y-Yeah..." I sit down, and watch Mr. Wash- George walk into his room.
Does he not wanna be friends anymore? Was it something I said? What if he hates me?!
I don't realize that tears were streaming down my face until water drops onto my hand. I hear the footsteps coming down the stairs, and wipe my tears.
"He'll be down in a second. He's perfectly fine." George tells me.
"Are you okay?" I ask as he approaches me. He responds with a simple 'I'm fine.'
Later, when the Schuylers get here, they all surround me for some reason.
"DID HE DO IT?! DID YOU SAY 'YES'?!" They all ask me at the same time.
What the hell are they talking about?