(this is a conversation I had with myself that took place throughout a few days while I was procrastinating to make this) (each new line is often a different day)

Lets begin

With what?

I dunno.

Lets do: Getting Presents

But what POV

I dunno.

Why you always sayin I dunno

I dunno.

But let's tell the people how I feel a second

Or we could just show the people who got who.

Yea that's a better idea.

Laf: Madison

Herc: Laf

George Washing Machine: Pegs

Pegs: Jefferson

Eliza: Burr

Angelica: Laurens

Jefferson: Eliza

Madison: Herc

Laurens: Hammy

Burr: Angelica

Hammy: Washing Machine

*I finally added "Laurens" and "Laurens's" to the spell check dictionary because t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶g̶g̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶ the red lines annoy me so much*

**I'm probably not going to do chapters for everybody buying gifts, because I want some to be a surprise, but I'll do a chapter for most people**

***Sorry this took a while to get out I was sick for 2 days and the homework I had to make up got in the way***

****This chapter might not be as good as the upcoming ones because I had some writers block while planning this****

*****Last note: yes I ship Lams. If you don't like that ship you should know that there is minor Lams shipping in this chapter.*****


Laurens swung open the dorm room door, (note: gosh that's really fun to say. try saying it 10 times fast. if you review this say how many times you could say it XD okay back to the story,) "I'm he-re!" he cried in a sing-songy voice.

"John!" Hamilton said, smiling.

"Why am I here?" John said, turning his happy expression into a face that looked much like a dog's face makes when they try to fetch a snowball and they realize that they can't.

"You're going to help me with Secret Santa," Alex replied, like there was no way out of not helping him.

"But you're not allowed to tell me who you got!"

"I won't!"

"But then how will I know what you want to get them?" Laurens's dimples were creeping along his face, like a tiger about to pounce at it's prey, it's prey being Laurens's face.

"You'll see!"

"OK," John said, kissing Alex on the nose. But he was pretty sure he'd find out who Alex got along the way.

"Well, sit!" Alex said, pointing at the couch, "You don't need to stand the whole time!" He pulled out a notebook from underneath the couch cushion and flipped to the back of it. He wrote on top, "Secret Santa Ideas for" He almost wrote Gorj Washing Machine, but stopped himself, and instead wrote, "Secret Santa Ideas for Secret Santa"

"Smooth," Laurens chuckled, seeing the words, "For Secret Santa" at the top of the paper.

"I know, right!" Hamilton said, but he wasn't really sure what Laurens meant. He spun his pencil around in his hand while thinking of gift ideas. Thoughts bounced around in his mind, maybe... a rifle? He thought, He can shoot well. No I don't want him to get arrested.

Seeing that Hamilton wasn't saying anything and was probably thinking, Laurens said, "You can talk to yourself as long as you don't talk back!"

"Well then I'm screwed," Alexander replied like a robot, since he was still in a thinking state.

"Then I'm just going to name some gifts that certain people may like," John said, "Maybe hair spray, scented things, the app Grammarly,"

"What?" Hamilton said, hearing Grammarly. "If you're talking about me then you should know that I have better grammar then anybody in the world!"

"I'm not!" Laurens said, and he really wasn't, "It could be for Lafayette!"

"Oh!" Hamilton said, realizing that that should've been obvious, "That makes much more sense."

"But continuing," Laurens continued, "A book of manners," Hamilton laughed at this, which made John smile, "I dunno, maybe cough drops?" This made Hamilton snort, which made Laurens snort. They were trying to out-snort each other for a good 45 seconds.

"We'll never think of ideas for George Washing Machine at this ra..." Alex realized what he said.

"OHHHHH!" Laurens screamed, "YOU'RE BREAKING YOUR OWN LAW! HYPOCRITE!" He didn't mean this literally. John was pretending to be a police car, but failed because he was a human and was laughing.

"Uh-no-u- I-I I mean..." Hamilton whispered to his pen, "Give me ideas here!" the pen answered, so Hamilton said to Laurens, "I meant my washing machine!" Alex said with nervous laughter, "I need detergent for it! It's easy to screw up George Washing Machine and just a washing machine, ya know?"

"Wait a minute!" Laurens said, grabbing Alex's arm, "We- I mean, you, could get George detergent! It resembles him so well!"

"I would say that's lame but I honestly have nothing better."

"Oh, there's just one problem,"

"What?"

"That's not close to $30, it's only about 10." Laurens sighed.

"That's fine! We could just get him some stickers to put one his washing machine!"

"Okay..." Laurens said, giving up on trying to throw some useful ideas at him. As a distraction he fumbled for Alexander's hand, eventually finding it. He rested his head on his shoulder.

"We can't sleep!" Alex said, shoving Laurens's head, but still gripping his hand, "We have to BUY the stuff!"

"Can't it wait?" Laurens asked, too tired to move.

"I guess..." Hamilton mumbled, moving John's head back on his shoulder. "But we need to do eventually,"

"Okay," John Laurens yawned, resting his free hand on Alex's leg.

"Good night cinnamon bun," Hamilton yawned, shifting his head onto the armrest.

"Right back at ya," Laurens said quietly, and drifted into sleep.