My Dearest,
The days used to pass so quickly, and I found myself falling into a routine. Wake up, go to school, do my homework, get home and write a letter to you if I'm able to. During holidays and summer, I write. I do research and work as hard as I can, trying to stay sharp.
Suddenly, I have fallen out of that routine. I have moved to another foster home, and my foster brother claims to know you. A single fact has thrown me from my routine. I ate, and I have attempted to write a letter. I find myself at a loss of words, thinking of you and everything that may happen. One fact has disrupted my thoughts.
As I write, I can't help but feel excited, knowing that soon I will be united with the other half of my soul. However, the days pass slowly, time ticking lazily. I am eager, I will admit, and I wish to meet you soon. But time will not allow it, as it has seemingly slowed down to mock me.
The sound of the clock ticking continuously brings me to reality, distracting me from the words I am attempting to write. Tick, it goes, and I am suddenly pulled from my writing, focusing on the clock and how long I have before I will be able to finally meet you. My heart leaps and aches, and I wish to meet you sooner.
Tick and a million and one worries come to mind. Are you like Lafayette told me you are? Will you accept me as not only your enemy but your soulmate, the man that wishes to spend the rest of his life by your side? The man who will one day be your anchor? The man who will be your confidant and your friend? Or will you reject it all in favour of focusing on the fact that we are enemies? That we are supposed to despise each other?
One last tick and I'll find myself staring at your name and the quill on my arm, at your handwriting and back at your name. A name that sounds so foreign on my lips, even though I have whispered it to myself a million times over. A name that has brought me hope in my darkest times, and a name that made me smile, however bitter that smile may have been.
And I sigh, smiling as I stare at the words on my computer screen, words you do not know I have written, words that you will one day read, when I feel as though you are ready to read my thoughts and concerns that must seem so silly to you. I can only imagine you laughing softly as you look at the amusing thoughts of a high school student desperate to meet their soulmate.
Ever yours,
Alexander Hamilton
Alexander stares at the words he has written, reading them quietly to himself and correcting whatever he deems imperfect. After the changes, he reads it out loud to himself, staring at the six paragraphs. And he smiles as he reaches the end, a feeling of satisfaction filling him as he finishes it.
"Alexander, c'est très beau," a voice breathes from the doorway, and Alexander's head quickly turns to look at the teen in the doorway. Lafayette seemed taken in by the words, his eyes holding a stunned look in them as he looking at the other teen. "Tu as écrit ça?" He asks.
Alex blushes slightly, a little embarrassed as he nods. "Yeah, I did," he says, embarrassed. "How much did you hear?" He asks.
"I believe sometime after 'the days pass slowly.' May I read it?" Lafayette asks, walking over. Alex quickly closes out of the program.
"It's supposed to be private. It's not that I don't want you to read it, but it's supposed to be between myself and my soulmate," he says honestly, looking at the other.
"Don't worry, I understand. I apologize for eavesdropping." His attention is brought to something else on his computer, and the French teen raises an eye brow. "What happened to your keyboard?"
Alex glances at the keyboard, shrugging slightly. "I may have used the keys to the point that the letters faded," he admits, shutting the laptop down and setting it to the side. "Do you need something?"
Lafayette smiles and nods happily, "oui, my soulmate and a friend of mine is here. I wanted to know if you'd like to meet them. Only one of them bites and even then he only bites me." He can't help but smirk slightly.
Alex lightly hits his arm and smiles a bit. "I'd be happy to meet them."
Lafayette smiles as he walks out the door. "You'll get along with them really well, they are rather nice and they won't try to do anything at all. John may try to fight you but that only happens if you insult someone he cares for and they take it hard." He happily speaks, walking down the stairs with Alex, heading towards the living room.
Sitting on the couch is two teenagers. Lafayette saunters over to one and sits in the other's lap. The teen he's sitting on is shorter than Lafayette, but he's obviously strong and has broad shoulders. He's wearing a blue bandana around his head. His hair is a darker colour and is rather curly. He grins at Lafayette and holds him close. So this is Hercules Mulligan.
That means the other one is John. His light brown hair is pulled back into a low pony tail. He has some freckles covering his face. A bright and amazing smile is on his face. He waves and moves over, offering the spot next to him to Alex.
He walks over to him and hesitantly sits down, smiling a bit at the other boy.
"Alex, this is my comfortable seat and soulmate Hercules Mulligan." Lafayette says enthusiastically.
Hercules gives him a smile. "It's nice to meet you."
John clears his throat, and Alex finds his eyes landing on the other boy. "I'm John Laurens." He says.
Alex nods and smiles a bit nervously, holding his left hand out for the other, "Alexander Hamilton." John's eyes seem to light up a bit, and he focuses on the other.
"Alexander? It's a nice name." John says, seemingly waiting for something. Alex raises an eye brow a bit and manages to say thank you. The teen frowns softly now, but quickly covers it with a smile.
"So what did you two want to do? And we are not watching Mulan again." Hercules huffs softly, and Lafayette presses a kiss to his lips. "Je t'aime toi, you know that, but no."
A bit of an awkward silence falls over the four and John looks at them. "How about we play twenty questions? We usually think of something before we hit twenty."
Lafayette nods before beginning to set the rules for the game, "you must answer truthfully. If the question makes you uncomfortable, don't answer or tell the other person to ask a different question."
"We can go over twenty questions, really. Just until we think of something better we can do," Hercules says after.
"I can start!" The third stooge exclaims, smiling. His attention turns to Alex. "What's your favourite colour?"
Alex thinks for a moment, "green," he answers, "It represents life, and I like that." He looks at Hercules now. "Lafayette is taken hostage by a cannibal who is threatening to eat him, to save him you have to cut off your own arm or leg. What do you choose and why?"
"That went from zero to ten in point five seconds," John mutters.
Hercules looks rather surprised, and he begins to think. "I would sacrifice my leg. I love to sew, and I don't want to stop. It's easier to do it with two hands instead of one." His head turns to Lafayette. "Did you or did you not eat my toblerone bar?"
"Oui, j'ai fait. It was too good and you left it here over night. It wasn't going to survive." Lafayette says with a smile, looking at Alex. "Have you considered entering a writing contest?"
"Not yet. Haven't found one I'm interested in yet, really." He says honestly before looking at John. "You're on death row. What's your last meal?"
"McDonalds. I'm about to die, I'm going to ask for the shittiest comfort food that I know of. What is with you and weird questions?" John asks next.
"When I get the chance to ask someone whatever I want, I'm not asking for their favourite colour, I want to know their answer to my weird ass questions. It's the best way to get to know someone." Alex says simply.
The game continued, and Alex learned a fair bit about the others. Hercules is scared of cotton balls, for example.
"They're just- weird! The texture is weird and god I barely even know why people use them!"
"Haven't you made stuffed animals, mon amour?"
"The stuffing is different from those freaky things!"
Another odd fact was that Lafayette's celebrity crush is Chris Hemsworth. He's also terrified of deer for the sheer amount of damage they can do, as well as a personal encounter that freaked him out for the rest of his life. These two facts prompted the following question,
"If Chris Hemsworth walked into the room with the lower half of his body turned into a deer and antlers and deer ears on his head, would you kiss his hoof?"
A very hesitant, "yes," was what followed.
John didn't know what a body check is.
"If you could body check anyone in this room into a pool, who would it be?"
"Body chuck, not body check," he had said it like it was so obvious.
"It's called a body check."
"You think its body check too?"
"That's 'cause it is John."
They had to call Mr. Washington in to tell John that it is, indeed, called a body check, leaving the teen mortified about the fact that he has been calling it body chuck for his entire life.
John turns to Alex and smiles at him, "Alexander, I know this may be a personal question, but what's your soulmate's name?" He asks, and silence fills the room quickly. "You can just tell me the initials if that's any better." He adds quickly.
Alexander is quiet for a moment, thinking to himself for a moment. On one hand, it was rather personal information. On the other hand, John goes to their school and would probably find out soon. So would Hercules, now that he thought about it.
He takes a deep breath and rolls his sleeve down just slightly, holding his arm up to show the name displayed, engraved in his skin. John stares at it for a moment, and he smiles a bit bitterly. He forces it to widen after that.
"You'll meet him soon then." John says with a grin, watching as the other rolls his sleeve back up.
Alex can't help the faint, loving smile that appears on his face as he watches the mark disappear beneath his sleeve. "I know."
Hercules pipes up soon after, "so, who's your enemy then?" He asks, looking at the other. Alexander is silent for a moment before he sighs softly, a bitter smile replacing the soft one that had been on his face moments before the question was asked.
"Thomas Jefferson."
John's eyes widen in shock, "but he's- he can't be your enemy!"
"He's your soulmate." Hercules finishes, looking at Alexander with a rather surprised look on his face as he does so.
Alexander shrugs slightly and looks down at the ground. "He is my enemy and my soulmate," he answers, "I don't totally know what I'm going to do about that, but I want to make it work."
"Et tu le feras." Lafayette says firmly, giving Alexander a smile as he does. "Thomas will want to make it work as well, don't worry," he encourages.
"Besides, if he's your soulmate, you're meant to be. You'll both figure it out." Hercules adds.
John is silent, oddly so. Alex glances at him, "are you okay?"
"Yeah- yeah I'm fine." John says, a bit of a forced smile appearing on his face. Lafayette raises an eyebrow and gives John a look. The other just looks away, seemingly pretending that he never saw the look from Lafayette.
The game continues, and three of the teens eventually fall asleep on the couch. Lafayette and Hercules are snuggled up to each other, holding the other close, as if they would be gone when they woke up if they didn't. The French boy was snoring lightly.
Alex is curled up, holding a pillow close to his chest. Unlike the two soulmates, he isn't smiling. His sleep seems slightly troubled, as though something is disturbing him.
But John doesn't bother waking him up. He smiles bitterly as he stares at the pillow, another thing that he can't help but envy. He wishes that the other would cuddle him or hold him like that. It will never happen, however.
He places a light kiss on Alexander's head and gets comfortable where he is, staring down at his covered wrists. He brings the sleeve on his left wrist down a bit and stares at the name printed on his wrist.
Alexander Hamilton.
(A/N): Hey guys, I know this is a really quick update, but please don't get used to it. It's currently summer and I have a lot of motivation. I'm hoping that I can get updates done before a week is up but that is not a promise. Please don't ask me to update, I will get it done. Don't worry about that.