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Hamilton was actually having a good morning for once.
He was able to take a nice long shower since his adopted brother, Lafayette, wasn't going to school (Something about being sick, but Alex thinks he was faking it so he wouldn't have to take the math exam). He found a good outfit to wear, a green t-shirt and some gray sweatpants. Pretty basic, but its what Hamilton prefers rather than going to school all fancy. Seriously, you're going there to learn, you don't ned to wear extravagant clothing that makes you stand out!
His hair usually had a greasy look to it, but today was one of those days where it finally decided to look clean. He tied it back in a messy bun with a few pieces out in the front. Hamilton wasn't one to care about his appearance. Looking in the mirror however made a small smile sneak onto his lips. Wow. He REALLY outdid himself with getting ready today.
When Hamilton walked downstairs and into the kitchen, he saw eggs and bacon along with a cup of coffee waiting for him. Washington was also sitting at the table, drinking coffee while reading some random book. He looked up the book and gave smiled at his adopted son, "Good morning Alex."
"Good morning, Dad." Hamilton replied. He slightly hesitated before saying dad, still getting used to calling Washington that. Anyways, he sat down and ate while talking to his adoptive father about school. People who Hamilton liked and disliked. Everything was going perfect. The food tasted so good, and the coffee somehow was the best it'd tasted in awhile. It was just a good morning.
Emphasism on the was.
"You seem like you're in a good mood this morning," Washingotn chuckled, "Is anything going on today?"
"Nothing, it's nothing! It's just been really good, I dunno." Hamilton said.
Washington nodded at him, 'I guess we all have days like that," He took a sip of his coffee before speaking to Hamilton again, "Well, I don't mean to ruin your morning for you, but there's something I need you to do for me Alex."
Hamilton assumed it would be something like going to the store afterschool, and he didn't have a problem with it since he was coming straight home when school ended. Surprising right? So Hamilton looked at Washington, waiting for him to say whatever it was
"You have to take Thomas to school with you."
"No." Hamilton immediately said, "That shi— I mean, man can walk to school. I'm not picking him up."
"Alex—"
"No way! Mentiong his name personally offends me."
To say Hamilton disliked Thomas Jefferson was an understatement. They did not get along at ALL. Maybe Washington was just joking around!
"If you're joking with me, it's not funny DAD."
"Listen, I get you two don't exactly get along—" Washington saw the look on Hamilton's face, "Okay, you two dislike eachother alot—"
"Hate."
"Hate is a very strong word."
"Yeah.. thats the point."
"Alex—"
"There's NOBODY else that can do this??"
"No."
"Wait, doesn't he have a car?"
"It's in the shop getting repaired, and his parents are working. Can you just do this very simple task for me?"
Hamilton was baffled that this was considered a "simple task". "You have your own car! Why don't you just pick him up?!" That part was true. Washington had his car while Alex and Laf shared one. Washington couldn't stand how late his two sons, well it was really Alexander, stayed afterschool.
His adoptive father took a deep breath before saying, "Because I'm an adult who has important things to do in the morning, like a meeting, and taking care of your sick brother, Alexander. Look, if you do this for me I'll get you Starbucks everyday next week."
—
And that's why Hamilton has been waiting outside Jefferson's house for almost 10 minutes now. Starbucks was his favorite place to get coffee, everybody knows that.
He finally saw Jefferson coming out of the front door, taking his sweet time and smiling like they weren't about to be fucking late to school (It was 7:00, but Alex liked getting there early). So Hamilton slammed his hand on the horn several times. He didn't give a shit if he was making noise; He was not about to be late because a certain somebody couldn't hurry their ass up.
Thankfully the curly haired man took the 'hint' and quickly walked to the car. Hamilton stopped honking once Jefferson got to his car and unlocked the door for him. He swore he heard something along the lines of "stop honking your stupid car" as Jefferson threw his bag in the back. Last time Hamilton checked, he was the one with a car and not him.
Jefferson hopped in the car and immediately complained, 'Why's it so cold in here?!" For the record, the AC was set to 70, so it wasn't THAT cold.
"Oh be quiet, you're wearing a hoodie, deal with it." Hamilton snapped back at him.
This was not going to be a fun car ride.
Hamilton put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. There was a car parked in the street behind him, so he had to be careful. Alex considered himself to be a pretty good driver, just not when it came to road rage. Okay, Hamilton doesn't have road rage. He… gets annoyed at people who drive bad! And everyone does! So it's oka-
"You're about to hit the car behind us!" Jefferson suddenly yelled, which scared Hamilton and made him slam on the brakes. "You were literally about to hit the car behind us!" he repeated.
"No I wasn't."
"Yes you were."
"Oh my god, if you're just gonna complain about my driving you can get out of my goddamn car and walk!"
They weren't even on the road yet and Hamilton was ready to strangle Jefferson. He might've been a little close to the car, so what? Alex didn't hit it and thats all that matters. He finally pulled out the driveway and began to drive through Jefferson's neighborhood. Rich, rich, and rich. Thats all there was. All the houses were pretty big, practically mansions. This wasn't really a shocker to Hamilton tho, since he knew Jefferson's family was rich.
For the first 10 minutes, the drive wasn't too bad. Him and Jefferson talked a bit without getting into an argument. Lafayette would be so proud if he was here. The French boy was friends with Thomas for some reason and grew fond of him. Alex couldn't understand why. Jefferson was an asshole and thats all there is to it. So it surprised Hamilton at how they weren't arguing as much as they normally do. Maybe because it was early in the morning? No, they will be at each other's necks the minute they see eachother. Oh well, Hamilton could care less. The less talking the better he could-
"Can we stop at Dunkin?" Jefferson had the audacity to ask Hamilton, a proud Dunkin hater.
See, Hamilton hates Dunkin's coffee. It tastes too watered down to him, nothing like Starbucks. He thinks they're better for making refreshers.
"Why would you even ask that? Dunkin is terrible!" Hamilton snaps back at the afro haired man, "And we're gonna be late!" (It was 7:10, Alex just exaggerates things)
Jefferson rolled his eyes, "Who gives a shit? Anyways, Dunkin isn't terrible and you know it! Starbucks isn't the best out there, y'know."
Its almost like Jefferson wants him to crash this car and kill the two of them! Starbucks is clearly superior to Dunkin. "The only good thing Dunkin has is their refreshers. The coffee? Tastes like SHIT. Actually you can't even call it coffee 'cause they put 10 pounds of sugar in it!"
"Starbucks does the same! Their coffee is also shit!"
"And I recognize that!— Wait, you just said Starbuck's COFFEE is shit?! First of all, every single time I go to Starbucks and order my coffee, it always tastes the same every time. Strong and caffenated, how I like it. You go to Dunkin and their coffee is fucking watered down! Tatses like swamp water if a crocodile pissed in it over the course of a 3 weeks!"
"Hamilton stay in your lane!"
"I'm sorry its hard to drive when your picking a very serious argument with me!"
"ARE YOU GONNA SLOW DOWN THE LIGHT IS RED!"
"Oops."
Hamilton braked just in time to not run the red light. Meanwhile, Jefferson was gripping the grab handle like the car was about to fall off a cliff. He looked at Hamilton as if he was insane, "Remind me to never drive with you again!"
Now it was Hamilton's turn to roll his eyes, "Oh my god, we all make mistakes while driving. I bet you run reds all the time!"
"Pfft, you're funny, I don't."
"You sure?"
Jefferson gave him the, 'are you fucking serious right now' look. The light finally turned green and Hamilton turned in the Dunkin and pulled through the drive thru. He pulled up to the intercom since there surprisingly wasn't a line. "What do you want? And make it quick, we should've been at school already." (Time check: 7:23. Wasn't it just 7:10?…)
"A marshmallow cloud dunkalatte."
"Such a sweet drink at 7 in the morning.."
"Last time I checked you weren't the one drinking or paying for it Hamilshit."
"Well JEFFERSHIT last time I checked, I could just drive away right now!"
The man took a deep breath and didn't speak, thank god, Hamilton was not in the mood for back and forth. Then Hamilton realized what he said.
"If you're paying can I get something for myself?"
"Go ahead." Jefferson shrugged.
"Hello welcome to Dunkin! What can I get for you today?" The intercom-lady finally spoke
"Uh, what did you want again? Oh right— Can I have a hot americano please?
"Alright, will that be all for your order?"
"That is not what I wanted??"
"Would you wait?!"
"What was that? I'm sorry sir but I can't hear you."
Then, Jefferson has the AUDACITY to take off his seatbelt and climb over Hamilton to get closer to the window. The palm of his hand pressed deeply into Hamilton's thigh, which hurt a little worse than it should've. You know how a cat walks on your lap with all it's weight? Yeah, imagine that, but way heavier.
"Ma'am I'm sorry, he doesn't know what he's saying. Idiots, am I right? What he meant was—"
"Get off shithead! Your hand is crushing my leg!"
"Interrupt me again and see what happens."
"Um.. what?" That poor lady…
"A marshmallow cloud dunkalatte please. Oh, and also two glazed do—"
Hamilton then jams his elbow into Jefferson's side, not as hard as he wanted to, but that man was heavy.
"Ow! What the fuck Hamilton?!'
"Your heavy ass arm is hurting me!"
The amount of pressure Jefferson put on Hamilton's leg was probably gonna cause a bruise, so he wasn't exaggerating this time.
"U-uhm, excuse me, but is everything okay?—"
"YES!" They both yelled in the intercom at the same time.
"O-okay. So— " The lady paused, then spoke again, "You wanted a hot americano, a marshmallow c-cloud dunkalatte, and, uhm, two glazed donuts?"
"Oh, and a bagel. With cream cheese on it." Hamilton somehow added calmly.
"Okay. Please pull up to the first window to pay."
And with that, Hamilton said a quick thank you, rolled up his window, and pushed Jefferson off of him and back in his seat.
"What the HELL was that?! Jefferson there was no need for you to do that!"
"You were ordering the wrong thing!"
"THAT AMERICANO WAS FOR ME."
"Ohhh! Why didn't you say that?" Jefferson just chuckled like this was a funny misunderstanding. Well it was, but not in Hamilton's eyes.
"Lord, grant me patience."
Hamilton pulled forward to the front window. Thankfully Jefferson kept his word and paid for the whole thing, and they waited for the food and drinks in silence. Jefferson muttered something about his side hurting, but Hamilton couldn't care less. His fucking leg was most likely going to have a bruise on it and that bothered him.
After a couple minutes of waiting, a worker came to the window and finally handed them their order. Hamilton put both drinks in the cup holder and handed the bags of food to Jefferson. The least he could do was hold them since he's been nothing but trouble. Hamilton wanted to say that outloud, but held it in. The two could finally hit the road again and make it to school. Oh! Speaking of school, what time was it. Hamilton checked his phone, and his heart dropped when he saw 7:35.
The late bell rang at 7:45.
Ten. whole. minutes.
It seems like Jefferson noticed this too, he turned to Hamilton and said, "Hey, Hamilton. Don't freak out but—"
"The bell rings in ten minutes? Yeah. I noticed. Don't worry."
After that, Hamilton sped out from the drive thru and made it on the main road. The numbers of the speedometer jumped in a matter of seconds from 40 to 50, then 50 to 65, then to 70.
"Dude- Dude don't speed."
But Hamilton was completely locked on the road, making sure as soon as he got too close to a car he switched lanes. It was now 7:37 and they were 5 minutes away from the school. Jefferson went from yelling at Hamilton to slow down to going quiet and gripping onto the grab handle as well as holding the two food bags tightly in his hand.
Now it's 7:42, and school was a turn away, but Hamilton was already going pretty fast.
"Hey SHITHEAD I dunno if you know but you gotta TURN IN .2 SECONDS!"
"I KNOW THAT! JUST HOLD ON TO SOMETHING."
Hamilton slightly breaked and made the turn.
It was probably the hardest turn Jefferson had felt in his life. He swore the car almost flipped on its side when Hamilton turned. That didn't matter tho since they made it, right? Hamilton quickly pulled into a parking spot that was somehow close to the school's front doors.
He let out a shaky exhale and checked his phone, 7:43. Damn. How did Hamilton do that in like, 5 minutes? Anyways, Hamilton grabbed his coffee and practically jumped out the car.
"Jefferson get your slow ass out I can't afford to be late." He yelled before he slammed the door.
"In case you forgot, I'm HOLDING THE BAGS AS WELL AS MY OWN COFFEE!"
"Oh."
Hamilton did have a hand free, so he ran to Jefferson's side and took a bag so the man could get out of his car. Then after grabbing their bags, they ran, bursted through the door, and flew up the flight of stairs where homeroom was. The duo were in different homerooms, so they took off in different directions.
7:44.
Hopefully they weren't late.