Note: This is based on the fictional versions of these characters more than the realistic. I do not own Hamilton: An American Musical or it's characters. All that I own is the story idea and the story itself.

Warnings: alcohol, drunkness, language.

Ring. Ring. Ring. A young man named John Laurens was sound asleep when he was awoken by his phone ringing from the other side of the room. He swung his legs around and got out of bed, walked across the room, checked the contact name that appeared on his screen, and answered. He didn't even have time to say 'hello' before hearing the voice that was on the other side of the line speak.

"Alexander Hamilton."

"I'm sorry?"

"My name is Alexander Hamilton."

"I know that Alex. I'm John Laurens. We've been best friends for years. Why are you calling me at 2 am?"

"There's a million things I haven't done. But one of the things I would like to do is you."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm so drunk right now."

"I'll come pick you up buddy. What bar are you at?"

"I'm not at a bar...I don't think."

"Are you at home?"

"I don't fucking know."

"I'm on my way. Make sure you have clothes on."

"I do what I want."

*click*

That was it. Alexander hung up the phone. Of course, John was worried, but this was now normal for the two. Sometimes he would call Lafayette, but he was out of town for college. Hercules Mulligan was working as an apprentice for a local tailor and decided to go full time.

The truth was that John Laurens loved Alex. They had been best friends since they were teenagers fresh out of high-school and they first met at a Civil Rights convention. John had brought Hercules and Lafayette with him because they had never been before. That's when they ran into Alex. Literally. Alex was running to who knows where when he ran straight into John. They introduced themselves to each other and actually ended up having a very detailed conversation on civil rights. The others liked Alexander as well, and actually ended up convincing him to speak when the convention had open mic time. They've been best friends ever since.

Best friends.

Best friends, and nothing more.

The thought tore Laurens apart, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it.

For one, Alexander was totally straight. He's had multiple girlfriends. John couldn't blame him though. Alex even used to date Elizabeth Schuyler, one of three daughters of one the richest men in the state. John remembers watching them dance at a party that everybody had been invited to. However, John also remembers them breaking up because Eliza (that's what they called her for short) found out that Alex had been in bed with another woman. He remembers thinking he had a chance with Alexander. He remembers talking himself out of ever doing anything. He not only remembers it, but regrets it. Besides, if Alex was perfect enough to win the heart of all of these beautiful girls, why would he even think about having a chance with someone like John?

John didn't have time to remanence on the past. He had to go make sure Alexander didn't do anything stupid. This wasn't the first time this had happened, so he knew the drill. He was going to go to Alex's house, find him unconscious on the couch or some other piece of furniture, wait until he wakes up and isn't too drunk, and leave. That was the usual routine. Although lately, John has been having to visit the Hamilton residence more often. Each time Alex gets worse and worse. Sometimes he can even get...violent. Nevertheless, they were still best friends. John was always there to help. Besides, Alex usually didn't even remember any events that occurred when he awoke the next morning.

John pulled on his jacket and grabbed his keys before going out to his car and starting to drive down the snowy road. Alexander's house was only a few minutes away which made things convenient. After not too long, John was lifting up the rock that had a spare key safely hidden underneath. He stuck the key in its hole before carefully taking it out and putting it back in its hiding place. The door slowly creaked open before John pushed it the rest of the way, shutting it behind him. The silence was almost eerie. Maybe Alexander was asleep. It wasn't unusual for the man to fall into unconsciousness after drinking as much as he did. However, John still wanted to make sure everyone was alive and nothing was on fire. He didn't want a repeat of last time. The house almost burned down.

Crash. John heard the sound of glass breaking, followed by a very loud string of curses. Yep, Alex was definitely still awake. Laurens rushed back to where the noise was coming from. Alex was in his bedroom, standing with a broken picture frame at his feet. John stood in the doorway, shaking his head. 'It could've been worse' he thought, staring at one of his closest friends. Alexander was muttering things to himself as he stood there rubbing the back of his head, wearing only a pair of jeans (and John was really hoping Alexander was wearing boxers but secretly wished he wasn't). Alex was pretty well-built with just a little bit of pudge, which John thought was adorable.

"Hey buddy, whatcha doing?" John inquired, causing Alex to turn around. 'Those eyes.' Laurens thought to himself. 'God, those eyes.' Alexander's eyes had a color that could not be described, but they seemed to burn straight into John's soul. He was just so captivated.

"Hey gorgeous." Alex slurred. "Looking good."

John sighed, rubbing to bridge of his nose with his middle finger and thumb. "Alex, you're drunk. And you smell. Go take a shower."

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean it's not true.

Laurens wanted to believe what he heard, and if this was any other day he might have, but Alex was drunk off his ass and barely speaking coherent sentences. He didn't know what he was talking about.

Did he?

"Hey, John?" Alex asked, taking a few steps closer.

"Yeah dude?" Laurens replied, trying to be as not awkward as possible (and failing).

"Ya know I love you, right?"

"I love you too bud."

Alex sighed and started walking around with the other man following close behind to make sure he didn't fall. "No not like that. Like love love, ya feel me?"

John couldn't help but chuckle. "Alex, you're straight."

A scoff came from Hamilton. "I am a raging bisexual, how dare you."

This gave Laurens another ray of hope, but again, Alexander was extremely drunk. Alexander continued.

"I can prove it."

"Sure you can."

"Just you wait."

Alex stopped and so did John. Alex turned around to face him with a look of what seemed to be determination. Alex started to lean forward, and John couldn't move. He was frozen.

To be continued…

I have no ownership of Hamilton (An American Musical).

Chapter 1 - Completed