A/N: Alright, alright, geez. I had a few people ask for more, which flattered me, but this WAS going to be a one shot. Damn reviewers are my weakness... This is all you're getting! No more, I swear! I'm already late on updating Closest Friend I've Got, I don't need another multi-chapter fic on my hands. Though, I might be persuaded to do a third chapter if enough people want one...

I froze, fiddling with the blanket.

"John?!"

"… A ring?" I murmured, slowly sitting up.

"A ring?!" He repeated, aghast. "What kind of ring, John?"

"…A, uhm, gold ring?"

"Wha—No!" Alex groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "John Laurens, you know what kind of ring it is. I'd like to know exactly why this kind of ring is on my left hand- more specifically, my ring finger."

"It's just… ah, I'm not sure, it kinda…" I stumbled over my words, my thoughts befuddled from his reaction.

Oh, Christ, John, you fucked up. He didn't want this, oh, god, he's pissed.

"I, uhm, may've, you know…" I scrunched my face up, and sheepishly glanced up at his. "Proposed, ah, during the night."

Alexander's eyes couldn't have been wider. He stared at me in complete astonishment, his mouth opening and shutting of its own volition. His eyebrows were furrowed, but I couldn't tell if it was 'angry furrow' or 'happy but confused furrow'. He's too unpredictable, dammit.

"You… you proposed to me, without me knowing?" He slowly whispered, his eyes boring into mine.

I nodded, fearfully watching his eyes for an answer as to how he felt.

"Oh." He exhaled, closing his eyes.

I took a deep breath, giving him a moment to register everything. There were two outcomes to this: He explodes and leaves me, and writes a hundred books on how terrible I am, or he accepts the proposal and is happy and we have a hundred kids.

Either way, I'm screwed.

"Is that a good 'oh', or a bad one?" I nervously chuckled, scooting to the edge of the bed and standing.

He shrugged, and copied my movements, leading to us standing across the bed from each other. We both looked around the room, focusing on anything that wasn't the other person.

"It's a… good one." He quietly replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think if you'd done it while I was awake, I would've cried. And you know, when one of us cries…"

"We all cry." I supplied, lightly grinning at our old saying.

It started when we were in our mid-teens, seven or eight years ago. We'd met in high school, and I had found him hugging a sobbing girl in the hallway during lunch.

A freckled boy sat with his back against the wall, and a girl beside him with her head buried under her arms. He had wrapped her in a sideways hug, and was resting his chin on her upper back as he whispered to her. I awkwardly stood near them for a moment, before remembering that they'd see me creeping if they looked up.

"Hey, uhm, are you guys okay?" I shyly asked, tilting my head.

"Yeah, yeah, we're good." A boy about my age answered, unwrapping one of his arms from the girl and pushing a brown curl from his face. "Some ass just decided to break up with her in the middle of the cafeteria."

"Oh, damn, I'm sorry." I sincerely said to the girl, whose head had emerged from her bright red hoodie. "I'm John, anything I can do to help? Maybe kick someone's ass?"

"No, no, it's fine." She sniffled, quietly chuckling at my offer. "I'm Maria."

I smiled and walked around them, taking a seat beside Maria and the boy. "It's a pleasure, Maria."

She smiled, and turned to the other boy. "Alex, introduce yourself, this one's cute."

The guy, who'd flushed a deep scarlet at her prompt, leaned forward so I could see him. "I'm Alexander Hamilton, but my friends call me Alex."

"It's nice to meet you, Alex." I nodded at him with a grin, which he returned. His eyes twinkled, literally twinkled, as his grin reached them. Oh, my god, he's gorgeous.

"Likewise, John." He sniffed, and I realized that his eyes hadn't been twinkling due to his hotness. He was crying.

"A… Are you okay, Alex?" I questioned, immediately worried that I'd said or done something stupid and made him cry.

"Yeah, I'm good, I just get a bit… upset, when someone messes with my friends." He timidly replied, his face blushing even more than before.

"Ah, like if one of them cries—"

"We all cry." He finished, nodding at me. "I thought I was so clever thinking of that, but it seems other people have also thought of that saying."

We both laughed at that, and the three of us spoke until the bell chimed.

After that day, we'd been inseparable. Our friends had merged into one giant friend group, and any time any of us would cry, we'd all cry with them, in a show of odd support.

While I was reliving old times, Alex had moved from his spot across from me. He'd walked around the bed and was standing right beside me, his hand comfortably bound in mine. I turned my body, directing all of my attention to him. My eyes roamed around his face, and I took in his appearance.

Tears were shimmering around his dark brown orbs, copying mine. His head was slightly tilted, as if he was trying to figure out what to say. He was softly biting his lip, pulling it to and fro. His eyebrows were furrowed upwards, bringing out his puppy eyes.

"They would've been tears of pure joy, dearest." He breathed, his warm breath mingling with mine.

I laughed, out of sheer happiness, and it was a watery laugh. Tears cascaded down my heated cheeks as I closed my eyes, the last thing I see being Alex coming in for a hug.

His bare arms encircled me, closing in and holding me tight. I snaked my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. We breathed into each other's necks, planting small kisses when we could.

"I love you, John Laurens." He murmured into my skin, running his hands through my loose hair.

"I love you, too, Alexander Laurens." I choked, sniffling through my warm tears.

He stiffened, and slightly pulled away, enough so that we were face to face. The loss of heat caused me to open my eyes, and I searched his as I waited for him to speak.

"Yeah, no." He brought his hand up to brush some of my tears away. "We'll talk about name changes later, John Hamilton."

I grinned, and let out another watery laugh. He smirked and inched his face closer.

"You're a ridiculously attractive crier, you know that?" He uttered once our noses had touched.

I gave a meager nod, too flustered by the closeness for anything else.

He lightly pressed his lips to mine, and we sighed into each other's mouths.

"I say we go back to bed." His voice rasped, and he placed his hands on my hips. He slowly pushed me backwards, until I landed on the bed with him in my lap.

"I agree."

A/N: Please, please, please, read and review! It makes my day to know that you liked my writing! Also, I'm accepting one shot requests for two fandoms, Hamilton and Harry Potter. Let me know if you want something! :D