Note: This is based on the fictional versions of these characters more than the realistic. I do not own Hamilton: An American Musical or its characters. All that I own is the story idea and the story itself.
WARNINGS: description of a hangover, mentions of non-consensual sex and being taken advantage of, yelling, one (1) use of f*g, cursing
Alexander looked at his cell phone. He was very confused. John always picked up; always. Why wouldn't he now?
Alex was lying in bed on his right side. His hair was a mess atop his head, his head was pounding, and every movement seemed to cause him immense pain. 'Must be a hangover' he thought. The feeling was all too familiar. Hamilton sat down his phone and then sat up with his back against the headboard, looking around. Everything seemed intact. He was in his own home, nothing seemed stolen, and there was no stranger lying in the bed next to him. The only thing that seemed different was the objects sitting on his nightstand. Upon closer inspection (and intense squinting), Alex realized what they were. There was a small glass of water and two white pills. So someone was with him last night. But who? The young man reached over to take the medicine but noticed a yellow sticky note sitting close by. 'I'm sorry' was all that it said. No phone number or social media. Just two, small words. Hamilton popped the two pills into his mouth, not really caring what they were, and washed them down with the water. He began to assess all of the information he knew.
A) Alexander Hamilton had gotten very drunk.
B) Something happened to lead a stranger into his house.
C) Alex had sex with that same stranger.
D) The stranger was nowhere to be found.
Wait a minute, who would know about his secret front door key? Hercules? No, he's been neck deep in his work. Lafayette? No, college. Eliza, Angelica, and/or Peggy? No, they were all off helping their ill father. John? No, he...
He...
No, John was his best friend. He wouldn't do that to Alex.
Then again, John was the one Alex usually called whenever he was a little too tipsy.
John was the only one in town.
"This is ridiculous," Alex muttered out loud to himself. "I'll just check my recent calls. If John was the one here, I would've called him. Even then, though."
Alexander picked his phone backed up and unlocked it. He clicked on the phone icon and swiped over to where his recent calls were listed. Hamilton rarely called anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, so the list should've been empty.
But it wasn't.
At the top of the list, where the most recent calls were, was John Laurens' name and number.
'Impossible.' Hamilton thought. 'No, no, no. That's just a coincidence. It has to be. But why wouldn't he pick up this morning? Why did that note seem suspiciously close to his handwriting?'
Alex needed to get out. Maybe he could get some coffee (and possibly some more alcohol). The nearest restaurant was Seabury's. That name left a bitter taste in the boy's mouth because of an...incident that occurred a few months ago. Alexander didn't think he could walk any farther than that, and there was no way he was in a stable enough state that he could drive. With a loud sigh, Alex swung his legs around so that his feet were touching the floor. Right away it felt like the room was spinning. Everything seemed to be moving and was a little bit blurry. However, Hamilton was so used to this feeling that he managed to put his clothes on (these included a gray sleeveless shirt, a pair of jean shorts, some shoes, and a dark green hoodie,) navigate the hallway, and get to the front door with minimal damage to the house/himself. So what if he saw more than one doorknob and had to keep waving his hand around until he found the real one?
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"Dude..." Maria breathed out with an unreadable tone to her voice. "What the fuck did you do?"
John had just explained the earlier events to his acquaintance while they were sitting at their table inside of Seabury's. It was visibly hard to relive without cringing to death. He looked down at his shaking hands and raised them to slide down his face before letting out a response. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what to do. I didn't know who else to call. I only called you because I knew you would understand."
Maria had ordered a basket of chicken strips, a small fry, and a medium Dr. Pepper, all of which was sitting in front of her. John didn't feel like eating. All that sat on the area in front of him was a small water cup that was still full. John kept wondering; what did he do? Everything was so fuzzy and he could hardly remember. His thoughts were interrupted by Maria speaking up once again.
"Do you have feelings for him?" Laurens blinked his eyes, shocked by her question.
"I-I'm sorry?"
"Are you, John Laurens, romantically and/or sexually attracted to Alexander Hamilton?" After asking that for a second time, Maria picked a chicken strip up out of her basket and began eating.
John had to think for a bit. Could he trust Maria with this massive secret? What if she still kept in touch with Alex? Would she tell him or anyone else? Laurens hadn't even come out to anyone besides his closest friends. If she did tell others, what would they think? Quite a few people in his neighborhood were very conservative. However, others were very accepting. The rest he wasn't sure what they'd do. His heart told him to go for it and be honest. After all, how much harm could really be done? On the other hand, his head told him not to risk it. His entire life could be ruined based on his answer. It isn't worth it. He glanced at Maria. She had already finished most of her meal while John had been thinking. She must have noticed that he looked back over at her because she immediately spoke up.
"Dude, are you okay?" Maria asked as she picked up a fry. "It's a yes or no question, not rocket science."
With a deep breath, John answered.
"No."
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Alexander was walking down the sidewalk with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. Everything felt strange. The sky was beginning to look dim with grey clouds and the cold wind was beginning to nip at the exposed skin on his neck and face. However, he ignored this as the lit up sign in front of his destination was getting closer and closer until it was right above him.
Alex pushed on the door. It didn't budge. He tried again. It still didn't budge. 'What the hell' he thought. Was he still drunk? Suddenly, he saw a couple walk out of the restaurant by pushing the door. Oh. Now pulling the door open, Hamilton stepped inside and let out a smooth breath before taking off his hoodie and tying it loosely around his waist, revealing a gray sleeveless shirt. His eyes looked around the restaurant until he found an empty booth that was right in front of two people talking. Oh well; he didn't mind. He walked over and took his seat, waiting for someone to come and hand him a menu.Alex's head seemed to be throbbing and every color and sound around him seemed 10 times more vibrant than before. Not in a good way either. To distract himself, he tried to play a little game.
The game went as follows. Alexander would find strangers that were talking near him and make up an image for them in his head based on the conversation they were having as if he were writing a story. He played it all the time as a kid and still plays it to this day when he's bored. Nothing too interesting was happening at the moment though. There was an old man at the bar talking to the bartender about the economy, a waitress with her tongue down her boyfriend's throat, and two frat boys being obnoxiously annoying. Then Alex remembered the people talking behind him. He hadn't paid much attention to them since he got there, so what the heck? Inconspicuously leaning back, Alex listened in on their conversation.
"I'm sorry, what?" Person 1 said, obviously a female.
"No, I don't like him. I went over to help him because he was shitfaced and I didn't want him doing anything stupid. Things got out of control and escalated into sex, but you already know that much." This plot just got a lot more interesting. Person 2 was a male who seemed very nervous. Who was he sleeping with? Maybe the girl with him is his girlfriend and he accidentally cheated on her, or maybe Person 2 worked for a gang and this was a mission gone wrong, or maybe-
"Still. If you don't even like Alex, why did you let that happen in the first place?"
Time seemed to freeze. No, not the good freeze like in a cheesy rom-com where the main character sees her soulmate for the first time. It was more of the freeze a character has in a horror movie when they realize the killer is already inside the house.
Whoever these people were, one of them had slept with- no, taken advantage of Alexander. He had to find out who they were. Alex turned around to see who he was dealing with.
Person 1: the female. Maria Reynolds. Why was she here? She and Alex hadn't really talked since you-know-what happened. She hadn't been the one to sleep with Alex; he knew from the conversation that it was the male. At the other side of the table sat person 2, who he could now put a name to.
John Laurens.
Alexander's best friend that he's known for years.
Alex knew John was gay, but he didn't care. What shocked him the most is realizing what John had done not too long ago.
He couldn't stand the site of John at the moment. He didn't want to talk to him or see him. So, without much thought, Alexander simply stood up, got out of his booth, and walked out of the entrance. With a bright red face and muscles tense with anger, Alex began to wonder:
What now?
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"I didn't 'let that happen.' I went with it at first, but later I wanted to back out and he wouldn't stop." John replied to Maria's statement, dragging his hands down his face and onto the table.
Maria was about to respond. However, a movement in his peripheral vision caught John's eye. There was a man exiting the restaurant. He had messy brown hair, a gray tank top, and a green hoodie tied around his waist. He seemed pretty mad.
Wait a minute.
John could recognize that man anywhere.
"Oh god- Maria, I have to go. Now." John said hurriedly. "Here's 20 bucks for the meal. I'm sorry for causing you trouble." He didn't give Maria any time to talk before he slammed the money down on the table and ran out the door after Alexander. 'Jesus Christ,' Laurens thought. 'What have I done?'
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Alexander was clinging his arms to his stomach. He didn't know what to feel or how to think. The weather involved the same dark clouds and the same icy wind as it did earlier, but now everything seemed a little darker than it did before. The people hustling around him, the cars driving by, nothing seemed to matter more to Alex than the thoughts in his own head. However, that was until a voice called out from behind him.
"Alexander! Wait!"
Hamilton jerked around and came face to face with his friend- well, ex-friend he should say now, John. Alex didn't want to hear any sorry explanations for what happened. He didn't care. Everything inside of him felt like it was on fire, and that it was telling Alex to keep on walking. However, for some reason, he didn't listen.
"What do you want, John? I have places to be."
"Please, just let me explai-"
"No need," Alexander said as he scoffed. "I understand perfectly. You took advantage of me!"
"Alex, that's not what-"
"And to think I trusted you! You were my friend! You were supposed to help me, not fuck me!" Alexander was practically yelling now with tears sitting at the corners of his eyes.
"Now hang on just a second," Laurens said, "You're the one who fucked me! If you had actually listened, you would've known that you were the one who didn't stop. You were the one who kept going, not me!" There were a few seconds of silence.
"Bullshit," Alex whispered.
"What?"
"I said bullshit!" Hamilton took a step closer to John. "You really expect me to believe that?"
"Ham, hold on a sec-"
"Don't call me Ham! You don't deserve to!" He took another step.
"Alexander, please..." John was visibly crying now. He was absolutely terrified.
"We may have slept together, but it wasn't my fucking fault! Because guess what?" Alex took one more step.
"Please stop..." Laurens whispered, barely audible.
"At least I'm not a fag!"