"Alexander, mon frère, it's time to get up," a voice calls from the door, and Alexander is slowly brought out of the dream world. "We have school today, and you'll be meeting your soulmate." Lafayette says, and Alex looks at the slightly open door. "Good morning." The boy says.
Lafayette is standing there, his brown eyes staring at Alexander. He's wearing a purple-blue shirt with a nice pair of jeans. His brown hair is tied back in a high ponytail, and he's holding a black backpack in his left hand. Unlike Alexander, the other is wide awake and smiling, ready for the day ahead of them.
"It's the morning, nothing is good about it," Alexander hisses out, bringing the blanket over himself. The other laughs softly and walks over, pulling the cover off of him.
"There will be something good about it, you're going to meet your soulmate," he practically chirps, "and I know for a fact that Thomas will be very happy to meet you."
"Just because one good thing will happen doesn't mean the morning itself is good. The morning is where people go to die." Alex grumbles out, knowing it didn't make too much sense. "The morning is when people realize that bad shit has happened, like when they wake up naked next to someone they hate and realize that they've just cheated on their boyfriend, or when you're too tired to function so you get into a car accident because you had to wake up too early. Morning is when dreams die, and you're brought to the nightmarish reality we are all forced to live in. Hell, morning sounds like mourning, which means the feel or show of sorrow for someone's or something's death. Personally, I'm mourning the death of the dream I was enjoying."
"There's coffee."
"I'm up."
Five minutes later, Alexander is dragging himself down the stairs, heavy bags underneath of his eyes. It's not that he didn't sleep; it's that he got very limited sleep. It wasn't the best excuse, sure, but it is the truth. He just wanted to write to his soulmate, explain his excitement and how much he wanted to meet him. None of his worries or concerns leaked into the words he wrote, the letter filled to the brim with positive words meant for his soulmate's eyes only.
Hesitantly, he grabs a coffee cup and starts to pour a bit into the cup, just under half a cup, drinking a little bit of it hesitantly. He hasn't had the beverage in so long, as his last foster home didn't allow him to have any and told him it would stunt his growth more than it already has. He had sarcastically commented that must be why they drank it excessively, because they towered over him and needed to stop growing. Alexander didn't eat that day.
Speaking of food, his eyes drift to the toast on the counter, and his stomach grumbles painfully. He's been eating three meals a day, more than he did before, and yet here he is, staring at the toast like it will be his last meal. He glances around, looking for someone to give him permission of some sort. No one else is in the kitchen, and Alexander pries his gaze away from the food, deciding to focus on the coffee, on the taste. He quickly finishes the rest of it and washes his cup, putting it away.
He walks into the living room and sits on the couch, waiting for someone to tell him when they are leaving. After a moment of waiting, he pulls one of the few books he owns out of his book and begins to read. It's at about that moment that Lafayette walks down the stairs, his hair out of the ponytail that Alex had begun to associate with the other. Quickly, he pulls it through the elastic as he rushes to the kitchen, coming out with two lunch bags. He hands one to Alex with a smile.
"This one's yours, maman made it for you last night," he says as he slips his own into his bag.
Alexander stares at it for a few moments, a stunned and surprised look on his face. Hesitantly, he slips it into his back pack before following Lafayette to the door.
"Au revoir maman et papa! I'll see you after school!" He exclaims, and Alex finds himself nervously following the other boy out the door.
Anxiety fills him, and he finds himself worrying over his appearance now. How his hair must look so messy, and how his clothing may not seem nice enough. After all, he's only wearing jeans and a t-shirt along with an unzipped hoodie. And oh, those dark bags under his eyes are probably still there too. How could he forget those?
"You know, Thomas' family will be so happy to meet you. After all, you will likely marry into the family. Alexander Jefferson- oh that sounds weird actually. Thomas Hamilton? Non, non, maybe hyphenated last names? That way you'd be keeping your own and taking his."
Something was rather reassuring about Lafayette's happy chattering about the future. It meant that Thomas was open to being in a relationship with him, and the other would be happy to meet him.
The wave of calm disappears as soon as he steps into the building. Oh hey this is where I'm meeting my soulmate, is his first thought. Such a small and simple thought very quickly sparks many of his worries and insecurities until the inside of his mind was a wreck.
However, despite this, to say that Alexander Hamilton is nervous for school is an absolute lie. He would ask you to ignore how his hands have begun to shake. He would try to distract you from the fact that he's grapping the strap of his bag a little too tightly. If you look at the book he's gripping as though it's a life line, he would tell you that it is a really good book and that he doesn't want to lose it. Lastly, you would look at Lafayette, the boy he is standing all too close to and he would simply say it's because he's knew and doesn't want to get lost in the building.
He is nervous, he won't deny it, but it certainly isn't for school. Rather, he's nervous to meet his soulmate. His feet begun to feel heavier with every step he takes, his mind begging for him to turn back and go home. Alexander finds himself fighting the urge to listen to his mind, and instead, he continues pressing onward.
"What if he doesn't like me?" Alexander asks, his voice hiding nothing. His grip tightens rather significantly on the hardcover book. His eyes are wide, full of worry as he watches Lafayette.
Lafayette chuckles slightly and gives the other a gentle smile, "I would not worry about that just yet, mon petit lion. Meet him first, and then we'll see if you need to be worried at all. D'accord?"
Alex forces himself to take a deep breath, and he nods nervously. "You know him better than I do, I'll trust your judgement." He says hesitantly, beginning to walk more confidently now.
Saying that Thomas Jefferson had an odd morning would be an understatement. Getting ready for school wasn't an issue, and he made sure to dress at least somewhat neatly in case he would be meeting his soulmate today. He stopped at James' house and began to walk to school with him.
A few minutes after entering the building, however, something add began to happen. His upper left arm began to feel odd, as if something was pressing into his skin and lifting occasionally. Smalls pots on his arm would feel cold for a moment. On multiple occasions, he finds himself glancing at his arm.
Eventually, however, he shakes his head slightly and looks at the students, attempting to find someone who matches the description in the first page of the book. There were many new faces, but that didn't throw him off yet. Many of those newbies seemed nervous, and only a few were holding books. Not many of them were with other people, however, and Thomas can't help but relax when he realizes he may not be meeting his soulmate this year.
If another person knew of his situation and saw how he's acting, they would assume that he doesn't want to meet his soulmate. It's quite the opposite, he would assure them. He would love to meet this Alexander Hamilton, but he can't help but worry. No, that's not the right word. His soulmate and his enemy is the same person. He can't help but fear someone he hasn't met.
The odd sensation stops, and Thomas glances at his arm with a confused look once more.
"Are you okay Thomas? You've been looking at your arm since we came in here," James, his childhood friend asks, a worried look on his face as he does so.
There it is again, the odd feeling in his arm. It seemed to move in time to what James was saying, and the voice in the back of his mind speaks, today is the day your meet your soulmate, it says to him, and Thomas feels panic rise for a moment before he shakes it off.
He looks at James again and gives him the most pathetic answer he could possibly give; a small shrug. James hesitates but just accepts it, looking away from Thomas now.
"Alexandre, you're about to-" A familiar voice meets his ears as something rather small bumps into him.
He can't help but yelp slightly and finds himself looking down at the other, his brown eyes narrowing. Standing there is a surprised looking boy who is fairly shorter than himself. The first thing he notices is the intelligent look in his dark brown eyes, despite how tired the other seems. His dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail.
"Who are you?" Thomas asks, staring down at the other with narrowed eyes.
The boy quickly straightens up, his now narrowed eyes holding, a challenging look in them. "Who are you?" He asks, although it sounds more like a demand.
At some point, Thomas is realizing, Lafayette had walked over to them and he had been too busy staring at this boy to notice. "Bonjour Thomas, it's nice to see you again," he says, although he's not looking at Thomas. He's looking at the other boy.
Thomas watches as those gorgeous eyes widen, and the boy holds his left hand out. A grin is on his face as he says, "I'm Alexander Hamilton."
Suddenly, the odd feeling in his arm stops, and Thomas' eyes widen. Without hesitation, he gently takes the other's hand and shakes it. "You already know my name, don't you darlin'?" He drawls out, watching as Alexander nods firmly.
"It's great to finally meet you, Thomas Jefferson," he says, and god Thomas nearly felt his knees buckle when he heard his name on his soulmate's lips. "May I see your wrists?"
Thomas nods, ignoring the ringing bell as he rolls down his magenta sleeve ever so slightly. The other looks over it, his eyes examining every curve, every way the word is written. Then, Thomas rolls his right sleeve down slightly, and Alexander simply nods seeing his name in his writing.
"There is more than just my wrist, but I'll show you later." He rolls his sleeves down a bit and holds both arms out for Thomas.
His eyes take in his own writing, and nothing seemed out of place with the exception of the n on the right wrist, but that was fine. It is obvious to him that this boy is his soulmate and his enemy.
"As happy as I am that I get to finally talk about this and that you two have met, we're already late for class," Lafayette interrupts the moment. Alexander doesn't protest when the other begins to drag him away.
"I'll see you at lunch," Thomas calls out, watches as Alexander gives him a thumbs up.
James is already walking away, heading to class and leaving Thomas alone. Not really caring for the first day of class, he quickly rushes to the men's washroom, locking himself in a stall. He quickly takes his jacket off, hanging it on the hook. Then he moves his sleeve up and stares at the writing on his arm. The dialogue sits there, clear as day and written neatly, and Thomas finds himself rereading the story, reading the words that his soulmate must have said to Lafayette before they met.
A smile forms on his face, his gaze soft as he stares at the name now, the name he now has a face to. He traces the letters with his finger softly before putting his jacket back on. For a moment, at least, he allows his fears to disappear as he heads to class, looking forward to lunch.
(A/N): This update is quick because I kind of pulled an all-nighter to get it done. If you haven't noticed, I have added to the first chapter a little bit, so if you want to, go check it out.