Whaddup my children, i'm finally back and ready to go (not really)

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School had ended about two hours ago.

John groaned into his pillow while lying on his queen-sized bed. His legs were under the thick, blue covers, while Mulligan was sitting in the black bean bag chair, reading his history textbook. He was mostly there to support John, but the best thing to do was to just let him be in the meantime. He also had to study for the history test for the next day. "I can't believe myself…" John mumbled, sitting up on the bed and burying his face in his hands. Mulligan shut the book closed and set it on the floor. "I can't believe I was so…so stupid to even let him inside the house. Maybe I should've called Alex…so I wouldn't have been an emotional wreck… JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

Mulligan sighed. "You love him, right?"

Those words were ringing rapidly in John's ears. He looked up at his friend, a confused expression placed on his face. "What?"

"Do you love him?"

There was no specific answer to the question. Alexander was practically John's world. He was charismatic, magnetic, but that was only a tiny portion of why John loved him. "Yes." he finally responded. "I love him…"

"Then get off your ass, grab your phone and call him. If he listens, he might understand. Am I right or am I right?"

"But I just want him to come to me. I want to make sure that he won't ignore me for the rest of his natural born life."

"John Laurens, I swear to God…" Mulligan stood up from the bean bag chair and began to walk over towards his friend, grabbing John's phone from the nightstand and tossing it onto his bed, startling the boy. "If you don't call him right now, I will-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get your point." John picked up the phone, now dialing Alex's number which he knew exactly by heart.

Aaron's house was unimaginably large; almost as large as Lafayette's house. Of course, Aaron gave Alexander the grand tour, showing him every single room, and after that, they just…talked. They talked while sitting down at the marble countertop, laughing at jokes they made about Mr. Adams, but Alexander's phone suddenly began to ring. "Sorry… I'll get it." Alex said with an apologetic smile, standing up and answering his phone without checking the Caller ID. "Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, Alex…" a familiar voice said on the other end. The voice sounded deep and masculine, along with stuffy and sick. "It's me…!"

There were no words. Did John really have the audacity to call him? Alexander walked away from Aaron and into the nearest bathroom, locking the door. "Uh… H-Hi…" he managed to stutter, now leaning against the wall. "How…are you?" What else could he say? The conversation was already awkward enough.

"Alex, I have to talk to you about this whole 'situation,' or whatever we're calling this." Now John's voice sounded firm. "That night, when James came over…I wasn't myself, okay? I wasn't thinking clearly, but then again; when do I think clearly? Anyway, that's besides the point. My emotions got the best of me, thanks to my asshole of a dad, so I just…let James inside. He gave me some beer to 'numb my senses,' and I quote him on that and that was when my emotions took over. I swear, I didn't mean to do what I did. I barely remember anything from last night. My head was basically throbbing all day today and I didn't eat at all. I feel- No. I'd understand if you never wanted to see my face again. I'd feel the same way if our positions were reversed."

"You didn't EAT?!"

John laughed at his reaction. "Lemme clarify; I couldn't eat. But again, this isn't the point. I wanted to say…that…I-I love you, Alexander." There was a moment of silence before John spoke again. "Um…" He began to laugh nervously. "Can you…respond…?"

Alexander started to gently glide his fingers on the shiny bathroom walls. "I-I dunno what you want me to say…" he finally answered. Small tears were forming into his eyes, as well as his voice slightly cracking with every word he said. "You could've-told me, and I would've helped you, John! I mean, yes; I understand how you were very emotionally unstable last night before… James came…but you-you should've called me if you were really that upset!"

"Well, I didn't wanna bother you while you were at Laf's house, and you were obviously doing something so important because I couldn't be there! What were you doing? Hm? Care to answer that question?"

Now he was tearing up. "We were-" But before Alexander could answer the question, there was a knock on the door, making the small man jump.

"Alexander?" A wave of relief went through his body. It was just Burr. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

"N-No," Alex lied, wiping the tears away from his eyes. "I'll be out in a second, though."

"Alright. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."

"Thanks, Aaron…"

Alex waited until he knew for sure that Aaron couldn't hear his voice. "Who was that?" John said through the phone. "Did I just hear the name 'Aaron' or am I going crazy? What're you doing with him?"

"Is it illegal to have other friends?" Alexander sighed. "Look. I gotta go… I-I…I love you…"

He didn't want to hear John's response, so he quickly hung up and took a few deep breaths, now exiting the bathroom and walking back to the kitchen to find Aaron. When they made eye contact, Alexander let out a weak laugh. "Sorry about that." he said, taking a seat in the other chair next to Aaron at the countertop.

"Who was it, if you don't mind me asking?" Aaron questioned.

"I-It was…" A big lump formed in Alexander's throat. "John…"

Now Aaron's face was a little surprised but not too surprised. "Oh," he responded plainly. "You don't have to tell-"

"I don't think he loves me anymore…"

"Um, I'm sorry; what?" Aaron said, standing up from his chair. "You're Alexander Hamilton; the guy who won't stop until he has won an arguement. Sure, it can be a little annoying at times, but who wouldn't want to be with a guy like that? Also, you're really attractive, smart, brave, and a bunch of other things that I can't remember, but if he doesn't-"

Alexander cut him off by standing up from his chair and connecting his lips with Aaron's. He felt as if this was a moment meant to be shared with John, but…he wasn't Aaron. The kiss was beginning to progress, with Aaron threading his fingers through Alex's silky, thick brown hair, while Alex cupped his hands on Aaron's cheeks, not realizing that this was such a passionate kiss.

John…

AIGHT I'M DONE WITH THE CHAPTER YEEEEE

~MJ