A/N: HAPPY 260th BIRTHDAY ALEXANDER HAMILTON! I wanted to do something when I remembered at around 11:00am today. This is the product of too much time in a tutorial at school... Its gay, political trash. Don't hate me.

Alexander signed as he closed his locker door and headed to history class. It was January 11th, his 17th birthday. He knew he should be excited to be turning 17, but how could he be when in less than two weeks, democracy as we know it could end? President Obama had given his farewell address just yesterday, and Alex had chanted with the people in Chicago as he watched it at home in New York. "FOUR MORE YEARS! FOUR MORE YEARS!" He still couldn't believe that Obama was nine days away form leaving office. That Donald Trump would be president. It still hadn't fully sunk in.

"What's up, babe?" Alex's boyfriend suddenly John ran up to him and kissed his cheek. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, John." Alex smiled at the sight and feel of him. His curly brown hair was in a loose ponytail, and a few hairs fell in front of his emerald eyes from running at top speed down the hallway. He was wearing an I Heart Turtles t-shirt and black jeans. He brandished his favorite sketchbook and pencil in his hand.

Then, John stared into Alex's eyes and frowned. "What's wrong, Alex? Are you okay?"

Alex sighed. He knew John could always see right through him. He figured he might as well tell him. "The state of the world is wrong, John," he said with slight bitterness. "We're getting a fascist, racist, xenophobic orange idiot for a President, a sexist homophobe for vice-president, Russia hacked the election, and North Korea keeps threatening people with bombs, and I could possibly get deported!" Alex took a breath. "... And I'm supposed to be happy?" he asked softly with his eyes pointed to his beaten Converse.

Other heads turned at the sound of Alex's outburst, a loose "Save it for debate, Hamilton!" and John's eyes widened. He was surprised Alex hadn't kept ranting.. Many who had the pleasure of being in class and debate with him would know he could get pretty... passionate when speaking.

John hugged him tenderly. "Alex, you will not get deported. I won't let you. Besides, Trump already withdrew that statement." John then looked his boyfriend square in the eyes. "You have to focus on what's good, not what's bad. That will only keep you stressed." He kissed him again, on the tip of his nose. "For goddamn sake, it's your birthday, let loose a little!"

Alex nodded. "Ok, I'll try, for you." He looked at the hall clock and facepalmed. "Damn! We're gonna be late for class! You know how King gets when we're late."

They both shuddered, then laughed, and ran to King's classroom hand in hand.

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