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Alex could barely see a thing. Why did Halloween parties have to be so dark? Sure, they make it more creepy but when it's affecting Alex's ability to walk in a straight line, it's not worth it.
It's not like Alex could walk in a line if there were light though anyway. There were crowds he had to push through every second, how many people did Dolley know? He looked for the essentials, white shirt, unavoidable long black cape, and probably shoving their face in their phone. Aaron couldn't be that hard to find, right?
He could've sworn the little remaining light got dimmer. (I guess some people here think that seeing well shouldn't be easy.) He was about to give up hope on finding his boyfriend right now until he saw that long black cape. That had to be him, no one else had the same vampire costume. He snuck up behind him, covering his eyes with his hands,
"Surprise surprise!" He giggled before he released his "victim" and he turned around, perfect for Alex to plant a kiss. If only he had left his eyes open a little longer. If only the room had been a little brighter. If only Jefferson had worn a different costume.
But none of this had happened, Alex had opened his eyes to see Thomas. (And although he wanted to be near Thomas again and this is the closer they've been recently, it's not exactly what Hamilton had in mind.)
He had jumped back instantly, like his body processed what happened before his mind did. His mind was still trying to process what was happening. Thomas? What is Thomas doing here? Why did I kiss Thomas? HOW could I have kissed Thomas? His mind and heart raced in sync. His face turned red in embarrassment and for some reason the loud party turned silent in his head.
Thomas just stared. Stared at Alex. Stared at his lips. They had just, he had. Thomas would have squealed, turned red, have his heart soar in his chest. But he knew, he knew it was wrong. That kiss wasn't for him, Alex wasn't his. He could tell by the way Alex's eyes were as wide as saucers, the way his hands were clamped over his mouth. This was wrong.
Through their imaginary silence they both somehow managed to hear someone clear their throat. Both their heads snapped over like just witnessed a car accident, something horrifying. It was horrific to Alex at least.
There stood Burr, face absolutely blank yet there was feelings of hurt and betrayed flooding from his eyes. It broke Alex's heart. He slowly lowered his hands and made an effort to speak.
"Aaron...it's not what it looks like." He felt tears start to build up in his eyes. Crap, why was he so goddamn emotional. Thomas kept staring, he would've said something, he would've defended himself, defended Alexander if not for the anxiety and shock biting at his ankles. But all he could do was watch the scene happening before him as his mind raced.
Burr cleared his throat again after breaking eye contact with Alex for the floor instead. He took a deep breath and stepped back, clenching and unclenching his fists. With another deep breath he had turned to walk away for Alexander to follow. And he did, with a hand back over his mouth. Alex ran after Aaron, needing to tell him the truth, whether he believes it or not.
Thomas stood there, still and silent, for a few long moments before taking in a shaky breath before pulling out his phone and struggling to text James with shivering hands. He started sweating, he felt like he couldn't breath, and overall he just didn't know what to do. So he contacted the person that always did.
Alex had caught up to Aaron quickly desperately trying to explain himself in a house already filled with loud yelling and music. However, it was only when Alex grabbed his boyfriend's wrist did Aaron stop walking aimlessly. He didn't look back at Alex, he couldn't. But Alexander had other plans, and dragged him outside the house in the freezing autumn wind.
"Aaron. Listen to me." He spoke sternly and only continued when Aaron managed to return eye contact with Alex. He rushed with his explanation, like there wasn't enough oxygen in the air for him to continue. He was anxious and frantic but Aaron was only half listening.
He knew what he was saying, he saw the whole thing. It was a mistake, or at least he prayed it truly was. The fear on Alex's face struck fear in Aaron. He didn't mean to, he knew this. He knew it, then why was Aaron still so hurt? Why did he feel like he needed to cry?
Aaron realized Alex stopped talking after a long silence. He joined reality once again and looked into Alex's worried eyes. With the hand still gripped on his wrist and him taking Alex by the waist, he pulled him into a hug. It wasn't instantly returned and Aaron felt like sobbing for some reason. Why did he feel like this?