Chapter One
John Adams was packing up his stuff after a long, surprisingly quiet day in congress. Hancock had a huge meltdown earlier, so everyone was doing their best to not disrupt him once again. Adams closed his journal only to realize he had this tugging urge to empty his bladder. He sighed and walked out to the privy.
Once he was done, he walked back into the congressional hall. On the way out, Dickinson gave him the usual sneer, then a laugh at the shorter man's expense. Adams rolled his eyes and moved on. He was not sure if Hancock was still around, so he decided it was best not to start a fight. As he picked up his journal, a piece of folded up paper fell out of it.
"What the Hell is this?" Quickly, he picked it up and opened it.
Dear John,
This is ever so embarrassing, and not like a man to say, but I must see you this evening. There have been feelings that have been swarming deep inside me, and I cannot hide them any longer. Lord knows I have tried, sitting there day in and day out, watching you… it has become too much for me. I apologize if this frightens you a bit, but I must see you tonight. I will be in the alleyway near the hall tonight. Please come… If not to reciprocate these feelings, to at least tell me off and I shall move on with my life…
Your Obedient,
John…..
Adams stared at the note.
"Good God…" He stuffed the note in his pocket and stormed outside.
As he walked down the road, approaching his living quarters, he thought. "Who could it be? WHICH John? Witherspoon? He seems a little strange, despite being a Reverend… Hancock? He's a bit flashy and emotional. Dickin—NO! Not him. Must be one of the other two."
He sat in the chair… thinking. Should he go? They did say to meet either way… but for what reason would he go?
Hancock actually was an interesting fellow. Seemed smart. Not always stable, but neither was Adams himself really.
Witherspoon… well he was different, but not his type at all. Even if he were a woman. He did not need another woman anyways. Abigail was all the woman he needed and more. But the idea… of a male friend… a GOOD male friend… it interested Adams a bit… more than he had realized before.
It was getting dark outside. Adams gathered up his courage and grabbed his coat from the hook.
The night air was actually pleasant. It was still a bit humid, but not nearly as bad as it was earlier in the day. His necked tensed up the closer he got to the congressional hall…