Dear John Laurens,
This whole thing started with a letter, but we haven't written to each other like we did before. Yes, I know we're officially a couple and everyone knows it. And yes, I know we don't need to write letters anymore. I just felt like I needed to write one though. We just graduated, so maybe it could be a time thing. I know you saved the letter Thomas gave back to you, so maybe you'll keep this one too. Well, I guess he didn't give it back to you, since you never got the letter in the first place. He took it before you could read it, remember? What am I saying? Of course you remember.
Somehow, you remember everything. Which is amazing, obviously. Anyways, back to what I was saying. We just graduated. We've been together for years now. Even though we've had some rough spots, I'm so glad you still love me. I mean, I'll never have even a dollop of fame or acres of land. I don't even have a dollar to my name. I'm really glad you see past that. I love you John, I really do.
So, if you get this letter...meet me in our old dorm. Right where we first met, when I knew I would absolutely love you forever no matter what. Even if you met someone else before I was brave enough to make a move. Do you remember the first night we met? I remember everything about it. I especially remember my confusion when I opened the door to three grown men playing twister. That was a pretty unforgettable moment.
Speaking of the other two guys I've spent the years with, can you believe Laf is planning to propose?! I can't wait for their wedding. Back to the whole point of this letter. I keep getting sidetracked. Meet me at our old dorm. And make sure to say hi to Thomas and James. They're back together, and also helped me get up the stairs. The elevator was broken. James carried my wheelchair up while Thomas carried me. It was a bit awkward, but we made it up. I'm still waiting for the day when my legs start working again.
I got sidetracked again. Too many thoughts in my head, I guess. Laf should have put this in your bag. Just knock on the door when you get upstairs. I love you.
Sincerely,
Me
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I raced into the building, clutching the letter in my hand. I hadn't seen Alex all day, and then I found a letter in my bag that Laf supposedly put in there. I looked over at the elevator, which was out of order. Of course. I sighed and looked at the stairs.
But when I did, I smiled. There was post-it notes on every step. I glanced around, then walked over and read the one on the first stair.
"Earth to Alexander!" I looked at what it said, a bit confused. Then I read the next one. "Or Alex, If you prefer Alex." I didn't understand what they meant.
"I like Alex. Can I call you Alex?" I was holding the three post-it notes now, and the words seemed suddenly familiar. These are the things I first said to him. I laughed a little, and nearly cried. I can't believe he remembered the first things I said to him!
"None of us wanted to miss meeting you, so we stayed up." I continued to walk up the stairs. "And decided to play twister. And you walked in."
"The turtle books are mine, if you were wondering."
"If you were wondering about the bed, don't ask. There was four..."
"Alexander. It is almost two in the morning...and you are doing work?!"
I kept walking, going as fast as I could without missing any of the post-it notes.
"I know, but now I'm holding it hostage!"
"Do you want to get lunch someday together? Or dinner?" I stopped at this one. It had a quote from Alex too.
"Are you asking me out on a date, Laurens?" "Are you saying yes, Hamilton?" I laughed to myself and picked it up, I wanted to save it. I kept walking upstairs.
"Where have you been? I WAS WORRIED!" I started to go quicker, not wanting to keep him waiting for too long. I wasn't even sure what the surprise was, assuming it was a surprise.
"It's okay. I love you Alex."
"Alex, you've been in your room since this morning."
I got to the right floor not long after I read that last one. I was expecting more notes, but the hallway was surprisingly empty. James and Thomas were standing in the doorway of one room, and I waved as I passed. Then I got to our old dorm. And I knocked.
"Come in!" I recognized the voice as Alex's right away. I smiled a little and opened the door, but I smiled even more when I saw the room.
The walls were covered in different papers. Some were old letters from when me and Alex were still a secret, and some were more post-it notes.
But these ones were different. These ones had things that Alex said. After looking around the room in awe for a few moments, I finally turned my attention to Alex.
He was sitting in the walkway, right in front of me. The only thing different was that he was wearing a suit instead of his normal hoodie and jeans. He always refused to dress nice, so this was a bit concerning that he did it voluntarily.
"Did you like the letter?" He asks with a bright smile. I nod, not really able to say anything. All of the notes on the walls took my breath away.
"I have a question. And normally the person in my position would get down on one knee...but I am unable." Alex gestures to his legs and the chair.
"What...what do you mean?" I ask, trying to think of what he could possible mean by that.
"I mean..." Alex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box. "John Laurens, will you make me the happiest guy ever and marry me?" OH MY GOD!
"Yes! Yes! I love you! Of course I will!" I laugh and bend down to hug him. I started crying tears of joy at some point, but I can't remember when. I do remember that Alex started crying too though.
Dear Alexander Hamilton,
This has been a hell of a week. I almost forgot to respond to your letter. Remember we made that rule? We had to always write back at some point, no matter what. I still can't help but wonder about something though. Why did we ever stop writing the letters? Is it because we could just show affection whenever we wanted after the whole Thomas thing? Did we feel like we didn't need letters anymore?
I was also wondering about something else. How long did it take you to write all those post-it quotes? I have a feeling you wrote down everything we've said just so you could do that. You made me tear up though, it made me really happy. I saved the one where I first asked you out. And the one explaining the twister thing. Alright, fine. I kept all of them. One day when we're older I'm gonna take out the box of letters and post-it quotes. Then we're going to go through them together and laugh. Or cry. Maybe a bit of both. I hope we don't loose these two letters though. I feel like we'll remember them anyway.
Anyway, this week has been one of the happiest of my life. Laf proposed to Herc right when Herc was going to propose to Laf. That was a hilarious story. I told Laf about the post-it quotes, and he literally squealed. That guy is a sucker for romance. And what you did was super romantic. I'll remember it forever, I swear. But I'll one-up you for our anniversary. Just you wait, Alexander Hamilton, just you wait.
That's all I really wanted to say. I just needed a letter responding to yours, so I wouldn't break our rule. I love you, dearest fiancé.
Sincerely,
Me
(Well, that's the end :'). Not the complete end though, there is totally going to be a sequel with a Phillip scandal. Love you guys, see you in the next story!)