Enemies to Lovers \\ Jamilton
"This is it..." he looked down at the card. Camp Half-Blood. He entered and was immediately claimed by Zeus and, though fainter, Eris. "Huh."
He stared at the symbols above his head before shrugging. He continued down the hill, the symbols no fading, as if to say "until everyone has seen it it won't go away."
People stared at him as he entered the big house. A centaur and Mr. Warringson were sat at a table, along with someone else he did not recognize. The symbols above his head finally began to fade.
"Oh, we have a Zeus son," the centaur said, "and an Eris grandson."
"Hello Alexander," Mr. Warringson said, looking up from his cards.
"Oh, uh, hello Mr. Warringson." Alex was uneasy.
"You do realize what this means, right?" The person he didn't recognize asked. "This means that the prophecy might be coming true."
Prophecy?
Instead of voicing his question, he said, "so... this is a summer camp/full year camp, right? What cabin am I in?" He thought of the cabins back at camp, each decorated to look a bit like their god's portrayal.
"You are in Zeus' cabin. Here, George show him to it. The minor gods don't have cabins, only the Olympians do." The Centaur told him as he was lead away. The luggage in his hands weren't heavy, with being an orphan he had little belongings.
Well, not anymore. His father is Zeus, but that hardly matters. After all, he hasn't shown once in his life except that time where he gave him a letter- oh. That letter that explained everything.
Once entering the cabin, he took a glance around before choosing a bunkbed and opening his suitcase, taking out the letter.
To Alexander: Until you know, Greek Gods and Goddesses impact.
That didn't make sense before but now? He opened the letter, unfolding the paper.
He scanned the letter once, twice, and smiled. His father didn't abandon him like his first one, it was against the guidelines and he didn't want to hurt me.
Alex wandered the camp, putting everything in his mind. He absent-mindedly started rapping one of his previous debates (he did that with Jefferson and soon they made it into a rap debate thing), using his hands to make a beat for himself.
"Thomas, that was a real nice declaration
Welcome to the present, we're running a real nation
Would you like to join us?
Or stay mellow
Doing whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello," he muttered. People started paying attention to him, but he paid no heed to it.
"If we assume the debts
The union gets
A new line of credit
A financial diuretic
How do you not get it?
If we're aggressive and competitive
The union gets a boost
You'd rather give it a sedative?" He continues.
"A civics lesson from a slaver?
Hey neighbor: Your debts are paid cause you don't pay for labor
"We plant seeds in the South, we create!"
Man, keep ranting
We know who's really doing the planting," he ended his little walk, heading back in. Someone tapped his shoulder. Lost in memories, he instinctively said, "Go away Jefferson."
"Hamilton?"
And shit. That wasn't really the man he had a crush on, right? He turned around, facing a boy with fluffy hair and a magenta coat. "You still wear that ugly thing?"
Jefferson rolled his eyes and instead leaned in, kissing him. Alexander's breath hitched before kissing back.