Hey! This is a Hamliza one-shot I wrote because I thought it would be cute! If you are wondering where Chapter 11 of my Reinarnation AU is, don't worry. I'm working on it, I just have major writer's block and school has also kept me quite busy, so I apologize.

Hamilton belongs to Lin Manuel-Miranda.

Anyway, thank you for reading!

~Alex

Alexander and Eliza were on the couch studying in Alex's dorm. It was a breezy day and exams were next week. The sounds of some random classical composer Alexander couldn't bother to remember the name of filled the air as Eliza hummed along. They'd been best friends since they had gotten to college three years ago. She had been there through thick and thin; through his break-ups and panic attacks, to his rants on Jefferson and Burr.

They were great friends. Amazing friends. Wonderful friends. Best friends. Friends.

Just friends.

Only friends.

Alexander had recently been feeling like being friends wasn't enough. Like he wanted a word to describe how she made him feel, but the step up from friends was dating and he didn't like her that way.

Or do I? He had thought while being unable to sleep one night not too long ago. After that night, he realized he did. He really did. He was going to call her and ask her to the park that morning. That was what he was determined to do. And when Alexander Hamilton wants something done, it's usually done. This was the exception. It went from "Hey, do want to go to the park with me?" in his head, to "H- Hi. I- I, um, do you, would you, uh… do you wanna come over to study on Saturday?" out loud.

Which is how she ended up here, in his dorm room, on his couch, only a few inches apart.

"Eliza?" he asked, looking up from his many books.

"Hmm?"

"We're," he let out a deep breath, "We're best friends right?"

"Yeah," she said, slowly raising her head to look at him, "Why?"

"And I can tell you anything, right?"

"Right," she said, looking worried.

Alexander let out a sign, "Say, you know this person, and you've known them for a while and you start to think that the title of 'friend' isn't enough."

He looked up at her expecting to see confusion or a blank stare. What he did not expect to see was pain and understanding.

He continued, "Well, you see, I'm having a bit of an issue with that. There is this person, and I think they're the-" he paused wondering if he should go on, it's too late to stop, he told himself. "I think they're the sweetest, most kind and caring person I know, and I don't think I can stand being away from them."

He gained some confidence and looked up at her, "Eliza, I-" She was crying.

"Eliza?" his face softened.

"It's John, isn't it?" her voice was soft, her hands were folded, and her head was down.

"Eliza, what are you-"

"I've seen the way you look at him, it's no secret."

"No, you've got it all-"

"No, it's okay. I apologize for my reaction, I just," she took a deep breath, wiped her face, and began to pack up. She was standing up, ready to walk out.

"It's not John."

She stopped, turned around, dropped her bag, and looked him in the eyes,

"No, it's not John," Alexander said, standing up and walking over to her, "John's my best friend."

Eliza looked at her feet, "Then what am I, Alexander?"

He lifted her chin so they were looking at each other, "So much more."

He kissed her. She kissed him. Tears streaming their faces, as they tried to become as close as possible. Alexander tried to deepen the kiss and ended up making them both fall back onto the couch.

Then she laughed. She looked at him and smiled. For the first time in his life, he knew she was the one. Alexander had never seen her this happy before in the three years he's known her. And Alexander knew, if he could keep her that happy for the rest of his life, he would.