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baguettewithham · 8 years

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Calm Down

Prompt #19: I sat down in the wrong class and today is just not good and you started laughing at me and now the bell has rung and I'm just having a breakdown and you feel guilty

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack

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Alex could practically feel the panic attack that was forming. He wasn't at all prepared for Maths lesson, and he had already been stuck on his anxiety all day. Someone bumped into him in the hall, making him drop all of his books.

He dropped to the ground, quickly gathering his supplies. If this made him late, he wasn't going to be able to make it through the day.

Too focused on his stuff, Alexander didn't look up when he was in the classroom. He blindly made his way to his seat in the back of the classroom, throwing his stuff on the desk and folding his arms over his head.

“Calm down, calm down, c’mon brain…” he mumbled to himself. He heard the bell ring and people sitting down. Surprisingly, he couldn't hear Mr. Knox’s voice.

Someone sat down next to him, which was weird seeing as he was the only one in the back row. “Hamilton, how could you not even notice what class you were in?”

He felt the blood drain from his face. Looking up, he almost groaned out loud. This wasn't Maths with Mr. Knox, this was English with Coach Greene. Next to him, Thomas Jefferson.

“No, no this can't happen. Why would this happen?” He could hear Jefferson laughing next to him. The sound basically echoed in his ears, the only sound he could process was being laughed at.

“C’mon Hamilton, just stand up and go to whatever class you have next. Or, you could just stay here. No one notices you anyway.”

Alex crouched further into himself and tried to push back the tears, everything around him fading into a constant buzz. All he could feel was a weight coming in on his chest from all sides, making it harder and harder to breathe. His thoughts echoed what Jefferson had said. No one notices him.

Suddenly, Hamilton felt a hand on his knee. “Alexander, calm down, you’re scaring me.” That sounded like Jefferson, but he doesn’t care. “Please, before the teacher notices. I’m sorry I said that just please chill out!”

He managed to peek out at Jefferson. His face was mildly panicked, and he kept glancing over at Alexander. When he noticed Alex was looking at him, he made a small motion with his hand, breathing in as he brought it up and breathing out when he brought it down.

Alex took Thomas’s hand. Waiting for hims to do the motion again, he tapped once when his hand went up and twice when it went down. Then, he promptly stuffed his head back into his arms so the teacher wouldn’t notice him. Jefferson quickly caught on, doing the tapping instead of hand motions almost immediately.

The steady breathing had calmed him down enough by the middle of class that he was starting to feel foolish. After a few moments, he peeked out again.

“Sorry,” he mouthed at Jefferson. In response, he tore off a piece of paper and wrote, ‘Shut up, it was my fault anyway.’

Hamilton offered him a small smile and went back to trying to calm down. He was absolutely dreading the bell. Sneaking past Coach Greene was gonna be terrifying, then there’s Jefferson, and all the other people in the class, and next period is lunch which is terrifying on it’s own, and-

Somehow, Thomas noticed his breathing pick up before he did. Instantly, he grabbed his hand and started the tapping again. Alex calmed down even faster this time than he had before. As soon as he was calm, he squeezed Jefferson’s hand and tried to let go.

Oddly, Jefferson wouldn’t let go. When the bell rang (and Alex jumped), he still didn’t let go. He dragged Alexander up, out of the classroom, and behind some stairs.

Usually, Alexander would crack some joke about Jefferson having picked the perfect time to kill him, but things had just changed. He had calmed down in the face of two panic attacks with the help of Thomas Jefferson.

He looked up at Jefferson quizzically. “Look, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the beginning of class. I saw that you were riled up and decided to bother you instead of ignore you. I should’ve just laid off or told you sooner or something.”

“It's fine. Thanks for…” Alexander trailed off, not exactly sure how to finish that sentence. ‘Thanks for making sure I wasn't caught?’ ‘Thanks for calming me down even though we hate each other's guts and agree on literally nothing?’

Thankfully, Thomas seemed to get his gist. “Well it was my fault; I wasn't about to just ignore you.”

They stood there awkwardly for a few moments before realizing they were still holding hands. Alex pulled away, clearing his throat as he felt a blush work its way onto his face.

“We should go to lunch if we want any food.” Jefferson took out his phone, scrolling through the lock screen before looking up again. “Unless you want your friends to freak out, you should probably go in first.”

Alexander nodded, opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, quickly shut it, and walked away.

Jefferson watched him walk away with a smile before shaking out of it. This doesn't change a thing if he doesn't let it.

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baguettewithham · 8 years

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Date

Prompt #6: "Come with me."

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison

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That night, Alexander sat on his bed while Lafayette rifled through his closet. “Please Laf, it’s at O’Charley’s. I think I can manage this.”

“Ah, mon ami, but I want to help you! Seeing as I used to date Thomas, I know what he likes.” He said this very quickly, as if willing Alex not to hear it.

Alex’s eyes got wide. “You and Jefferson used to what?!” Lafayette rolled his eyes, ignoring Alex.

He continued going through his friend’s closet, throwing out different items of clothing, until there was a small pile of clothes on the bed. Then, he grouped different outfits together and told Alexander to go change.

It was 5:59 by the time they settled on dark jeans and a t-shirt that said, “Je suis le champignon!” with a mushroom under it. Lafayette had been on his phone whenever he wasn't talking to Hamilton, most likely helping Jefferson with his outfit.

Around 6:10, Lafayette began gathering his things. “Mon petit lion, I fear I must leave.”

“Laf, I still don't know what to do here! Can’t you come with me?” Alexander groaned.

“I must go, Hercules requires my help modeling a new suit.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Alex snorted. “Alright, go have your unsanitary workplace sex. I’ll be over here eating free pie.” They said their goodbyes, and soon he was left alone until he had to leave.

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Thomas was going through his closet, sometimes stopping and humming consideringly before moving on. Madison was laying on his bed and playing games on his phone.

“Do you think he’ll like this shirt? Angelica liked this shirt. Oh, why am I comparing him to Angelica, he’s nothing like Angelica. He’s rude, forgetful, stubborn, and yet… smart and funny.” He stood in silence for a moment with a smile, before rushing, “I mean, not that Angelica isn't smart or funny. She’s amazing, but- James are you listening?”

He looked up from his phone. “Maybe Hamilton and Angelica have more in common than you think. After all, they both see something in you,” he smirked.

Thomas blushed and looked down. “Are you sure? I mean, Hamilton and I only started talking recently, and-”

“Oh, shut up. You need to find an outfit for your date.” Madison wiggled his eyebrows before going back to his phone.

After a moment of hesitation, Jefferson turned back to his closet. “Maybe skinny jeans? Yeah, that’ll be okay…” He picked out his favorite skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that had a purple oak tree on it.

He changed in the bathroom and sent a picture to Lafayette.

17:43 mon jumeau: quick, is this okay for my date with hamilton tonight? M-JPYRGdM,MdLaf: oh yes, you look delectable mon jumeau: gilbert shush i only needed a yes or a no M-JPYRGdM,MdLaf: hmm but my answer is much more fun, non?

Deciding not to answer, Jefferson got to work on picking out a cologne.

“Thomas, I’m leaving!” James sounded like he was right outside the door, but when Thomas checked, no one was there.

“Dude, where are you?” He heard movement in the kitchen. The first thing he saw was his best friend with half of a pop tart hanging out of his mouth. “Ugh, I’d think you would know some manners by now. Fine, whatever, see you tomorrow.”

James winked. “Nof if you’we lucky,” he managed mumble.

Jefferson’s face scrunched up in disgust to hide a blush. “Just go already, Jemmy.”

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When Alex got to O’Charley’s, he spotted Jefferson about to walk in. He started to hurry, only barely remembering to lock his car.

As he walked in, he spotted the signature hair. “Hamilton!” Oddly, Thomas looked as nervous as Alexander felt. “Uh, hey.”

He walked over to where Jefferson was seated and slid into the booth opposite him. “Hey, Jefferson, so, I might’ve forgotten your sweatshirt.”

Alex’s face was red, and Thomas couldn't hold back a laugh. “Really? That’s like the main reason why we’re here.”

With the initial awkwardness broken, conversation flowed freely. They talked about work, mostly the differences between teaching 2nd graders and kindergarteners.

“Matthew, one of the oldest kids, knocked over an entire paint container and just burst into a laughing fit on Monday. No explanation, just uncontrollable giggles.”

“You think that's bad? One of my girls, Demetria, just reached in front of her and yanked on this boy’s hair hard enough that she had a few hairs. I think it was Henry, but I’m not sure. They’re in 2nd grade; you would think they had some impulse control!”

Deciding to take advantage of the free pie, they both ended up getting a slice of Country Apple. Everything about the night has been extremely sweet, and the pie only made it better. In fact, the only thing sour was the waitress continually hitting on both of them.

Finally, a jealous Alexander snatched his hand just as she came with the bill. “So, you want to come to my house to get your sweatshirt?”

He smiled down at their hands. “You could just bring it to school tomorrow."

"Come with me anyway?"

"Oh whatever. If you insist.” Thomas looked up at the waitress. “I'll be paying.”

“No, he won't; I will.”

“I'm the one who asked you out.”

“Well, Jefferson, it would make sense if I paid as thanks for that great idea.”

“No, it would make sense that I pay, because I asked you. Miss…Emma was it? What do you think?”

The poor waitress had been watching the exchange with wide eyes. “Um… I would usually say you, but… I don't know!” She took several steps back. “Wave me over when you've figured it out.”

She practically flew away from their table. The two of them looked at each other.

“Did you see that?”

“She was flirting with you.”

Alex gave him an odd look. “Me? No, she was obviously flirting with you!”

Jefferson rolled his eyes with a smile. “Whatever. Now that you're not being uselessly protective, will you let me pay?”

“Rock paper scissors.”

“Best two out of three.”

Four rounds later (“You cheater!” “How in the world was that cheating, Hamilton?”), Jefferson was waving Miss Emma over.

After they had paid, they set off for Hamilton’s apartment. It wasn't giant, but it was enough room for a kindergarten teacher.

With a quick rifle through the laundry, Thomas’ sweatshirt was found and returned. “So… would you like some brownies?”

Alex’s hopeful smile persuaded him to take one even though they had just eaten pie. “Well, the brownie is delectable,” Jefferson absolutely did not blush at using that word, “but I should really go home. School tomorrow, all that jazz.”

“You're right.” Alexander moved a piece of hair behind his ear and looked at his feet. “Thanks for dinner, it was amazing.”

“Don't worry about it.” Thomas’ smile could power the city's electrical grid for at least a few days, Alex thought. “You can pay me back next time.”

They slowly walked over to the door. “Well, drive safely Thomas.”

Hamilton waited until he had responded before kissing him on the cheek quickly and waving him off.

Thomas didn't stop smiling the entire way home.

Je suis le champignon = I am the mushroom

mon jumeau = my twin

M-JPYRGdM,MdLaf = Lafayette's contact name = all of his initials

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