Sorry this is really short and maybe not my best writing (I'm sick though, cut me some slack),
This is January eleventh, Alexander Hamilton's birthday! Happy birthday Alex!
Alex was on his forty-first cappuccino. He was also on his thirty-secondth hour without sleep. Some might say this was unhealthy, some people like his best friend John Laurens and John's girlfriend Peggy Schuyler. Alex heard a small beep from his pocket and looked down at the screen of his phone with bloodshot eyes. At this point the guy looked rather demented, eyes bloodshot, shadows and bags beneath his eyes and face haggard.
John: Alex? Alex, are you still awake?
Alex: Yes, lots of caffeine.
Peggy: Alex, you need to sleep! Coffee is not a substitute! This is unhealthy!
Alex: I just need to finish these last ten extra credit essays... then I'll take a quick nap.
Peggy: Alex, go to bed now or swear to god I will come down there and drag you back to your dorm!
John: You're going to leave me and this warm bed to go get him?
Peggy: I'm two inches away from you, why are you texting me?
John: Peggy...
Alex: Okay, since you are busy, I will finish my essays.
Peggy: Okay, I'm up, I'm coming to pick you up!
Alex: No! John stop her!
Peggy: I'm coming!
John: Peggy... come back!
Ten minutes later Peggy was dragging Alex out of the library by his ear. Shoving him into the passenger seat she sped back to the dorm and hauled him out again. By this time Alex was yelping in pain as her fingernails dug into his wrist, she reached the dorm room in record speed. Seeing her expression, neither boy made a sound the rest of the night.
#Next Evening
The next evening Alex was sitting in the library typing and cursing at his library. Typing because, well, he was Alex and he spent nearly every waking moment typing, cursing because his computer was very old and very faulty. That was when he got John's text.
John: Alex, come back to the dorm, I need you to look at my political science essay
Alex: On my way
When he got back to the dorm though, the lights were out. Alex was slightly afraid of the dark, though he would never admit it (it was something people with large imaginations often have a problem with). So he was very quick to call out to his friends.
That was when the lights came on and the people jumped out screaming Suprise! at the top of their lungs. Alex jumped about a foot in the air. All his best friends were there, plus Peggy's sisters, even Alex's adopted parents George and Martha Washington had taken the hour long drive to see him.
It was a small party, but there was cake and friends and among other things, a new laptop. All in all, it was a wonderful birthday.
