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The buzzing of his phone pulled Thomas out of his sleep. It was way too early, but aside from that Thomas was a little surprised over the lack of hangover. Measuring the amount of pot and beer he'd had yesterday he should definitely have one.
He reached out for his phone blindly to slap it out. When he still hadn't hit it after the third attempt, but had knocked over all kinds of stuff on his bedside table he finally decided it was worth it to lift up his head and look for it.
A brief feeling of shock flooded through him when he noticed this wasn't his room. Had he gone home with someone? Thomas quickly looked around to check this theory, but this totally wasn't a room in his college. It was only then when it dawned to him that he had only recently turned twenty one and still hadn't met his soulmate, so maybe now was finally the time?
Thomas took a close look at his hands and an excited grin began to spread across his face. Those were definitely not his hands. They were much smaller and softer, with tad darker skin than his own. He quickly got out of bed and hurried to the nearest mirror as soon as he had adjusted to the new length of his legs. The boy that was staring back at him was adorable. A round face with short fuzzy hair and really dark brown eyes. When Thomas looked lower he found his new body covered in a light blue tee and long gray sweatpants. His thighs and tummy were somewhat pudgy, but that was alright. More for Thomas to grip on. Without thinking to long about it Thomas quickly shed off his shirt to take a closer look at is soulmate's upper body. God, how could a person be so soft? Both his chest and tummy gave way if he pressed with his hands. Thomas was just about to slip his hand into the hem of his pants and push them down, because who wouldn't. His soulmate was probably doing the same thing right now. But another sudden sound of his soulmate's laptop got his attention away from his pants. Wow, his soulmate's friends sure were annoying little shits.
Thomas went to look at the screen that had lit up with the new message, not actually planning to answer it, but he was interested if he maybe could catch a glance at what their friends looked like or who they were. What startled him way more though, more than any picture could have, was the name that showed up above the message.
But that can't be. A.Ham was surely a really common user name, right? A shit ton of surnames begin with Ham and even more first names begin with A, so this had to be a fucking coincidence. There's no way his soulmate was friends with Alexander Hamilton. That would be as nearly as big of a pain in the ass than Alexander Hamilton himself! Thomas had never met a person who was friends with Hamilton and still a reasonable nice guy. Well, expect of course for Lafayette. But his best friend was another case entirely. He could be friends with anyone and even if he didn't agree with most of Thomas's views, he wasn't ever an ass about it . They could just talk about other things that they did agree on like normal, civilized people.
Who was not a normal, civilized person, however, was Alexander Hamilton. That prick was just provoking Thomas whenever he could and wouldn't let him reason his opinions at all. So now he just sincerely hoped that this wasn't actually Alexander Hamilton.
It was probably hurting his soulmate's privacy to answer his messages and look through his laptop, but this was a serious emergency. Also his soulmate shouldn't have left his laptop on and not put a password in it, if he had truly something to hide.
Thomas dropped on the chair in front of the cramped desk and clicked on the message. It read:
A.Ham @HamMan · 1 min
@ItsJMads Hey, asshole I know you're awake
Come over to the tables
Well, that certainly didn't sound all too friendly. Thomas clicked one more time, this time on the profile of the writer of the message and groaned when he saw it. It was Hamilton. And apparently he was here on campus. Which on the other hand at least meant he was here in Virginia and that was a very good thing. He hadn't thought to see his beloved home again this soon.
The question now was however: Should he go and find those tables?
If Thomas would be all honest with himself, he'd have to say that he didn't even take a second to think about it. As fast as he could, he started rummaging through the closets and just grabbed the first acceptable piece of clothing he could find. It turned out to be the fluffiest turtleneck Thomas had ever worn. Not that he owned that much turtlenecks anyway.
When he was convinced that he looked presentable enough he hurried out of the room and took a look up and down the floor. No one seemed to be here, what he could completely understand. It was ten to eight in the morning on a Saturday and the sun hadn't even risen completely yet. Who even was awake at this hour? And why did Alexander Hamilton know so exactly that his soulmate was awake at this hour?
Looking for any kind of information where the tables the other had mentioned were Thomas walked down the hall a bit. He passed a few other students. One of the girls waved at him and smiled and Thomas, though a bit confused, smiled and waved back. He was already continuing to walk down the hall when he suddenly heard quick steps coming up behind him and felt a hand on his forearm.
Thomas turned around and was greeted with the face of the girl that had waved to him. “Hey, Jemmy! Did you finish the accounting essay yet?” she asked with the sweetest smile on her face. Her dark curls were held behind his head in a neat bun and her cheeks were rosy. Since Thomas had actually no idea if his soulmate (Jemmy?) had finished or even started that essay yet, he just nodded and hoped this was a believable answer.
It seemed so.
“Great, do you want to come to Monroe's party later, then?”
“Actually, I have something planned for today... Sorry.” Originally he hadn't want to tell this girl that he wasn't really his soulmate to keep her and her friends from doing a huge fuss about it. But right now he was beginning to get a bit worried that she was actually his soulmate's girlfriend and it would be unfair not to let her know that her maybe-boyfriend wasn't her soulmate.
So Thomas would have to just endure this awkward situation.
“Hey... Really actually I am his soulmate. Sorry, I didn't want to make a fuss out of it,” he explained and hoped the girl wouldn't be mad. Whether or not she was his soulmate's girlfriend, he had lied to her after all.
But instead of looking angry she just gasped and threw her hands up to her face. “Oh my god!” She tried to say more, but stumbled over the words, trying to say way too much at once. In the end she went with: “I'm Dolley Payne, nice to meet you!” and extended her hand for him to shake.
Thomas gladly took it and introduced himself in return. “My name's Thomas Jefferson. And this is kind of weird, but are you his girlfriend? Because I used to have partners too, this would just be kinda awkward, you know.”
The girl's eyes grew wide and she shook her head frantically. It sent the loose strands of her bun flying. “Oh, no! I'm sorry I made you think so! Well, I used to be James's girlfriend in seventh grade. You must have so many questions!”
Thomas let out a relieved breath as he learned that his soulmate didn't seem to be in a relationship. That kind of stuff happened a lot and even though most couples figured it out, it didn't end so well in some cases. And at least one person's heart got broken in pretty much every case. “I only have one question at the moment. No wait, there are two!”
Dolley nodded and signaled she was listening to him. “Is James friends with Alexander Hamilton?”
The question seemed to startle Dolley, which Thomas could understand. She probably didn't know about his and Hamilton's feud. “No, absolutely not. They used to be really good friends, they still know each other and share some friends, but most of the time they're bickering. But the fighting isn't as bad as it used to be. They really used to tear each other in pieces after they ended their friendship.”
Thomas grinned. “Oh, thank god!” he laughed and watched her expression change into confusion. “I just can't stand that prick,” he quickly explained.
“He's a handful,” Dolley giggled. Oh, how right she was.
“What a nice way to put it. Also I'm supposed to come to the tables out this dorm. Where are those?”
“Oh, they are right down this hall, then one left turn and the first big glass doors on the right.” She smiled. Man, she was really sweet. Thomas could totally see his soulmate and her together. Well, he didn't know James's personality yet, but just from their looks they'd make a great couple. He thanked the gods for whatever reasons they had decided to break up. But he wasn't gonna talk about that with her. He had an asshole to deal with right now.
“Thank you! I'm sure I'll see you around,” he said and made his way down the hall to follow the instructions Dolley had given him.
“No problem! Good luck finding James again!”
Thomas walked down the hall. It was weird to see things from so far down. He had been barely taller than the girl and nearly every single person who passed him would have to look down to talk to him. It would be fucking adorable when they could finally meet!
When he stepped out of the glass door he immediately caught sight of the tables. Only one of them was occupied and three boys sat it.
Thomas knew which one of these was Alexander Hamilton without having to look at it twice. Even if he didn't know how he looked from the frequent and annoying pictures he posted on Instagram with his boyfriend (Thomas didn't follow him with a secret account on Instagram of course, he knew this from Lafayette!), he would have recognized him. It had to be guy with messy bun and the huge dark bags under his eyes, which probably came from discussing with strangers on Twitter until four am.
The other two guys that were sitting with him, seemed familiar to Thomas as well. One of them was gesturing wildly, a smile spread across his face, which was covered in a ridiculous amount of freckles. He was also shouting something to the other two and they responded with laughing. From what Thomas knew this was Alexander's boyfriend. John or something.
The third guy had a bunch of papers lying in front of him, but wasn't really paying attention to them. A beanie sat on his head and he looked oddly similar to James. But where did he know him from? Had he also been in Hamilton's pictures? They seemed to be friends after all.
Thomas approached them and cleared his throat when was standing near enough to them to perform his plan.
Hamilton turned around and surprise flashed across his features as he recognized who was standing behind him.
“Oh, Madison, you actually came!” he said and even John stilled in his movements. Beanie-guy just gave him a small nod along with a questioning look.
“Why shouldn't I?” he challenged Hamilton with a smirk. Was that very out of character? He didn't care too much.
“Because I wrote you like every second morning for the past two months and you never cared to show up?” Hamilton answered and raised his eyebrows.
“Well, I've got something to discuss with you anyway,” Thomas shot back, not wavering his gaze for a second.
This actually seemed to get Hamilton's full attention now and he turned around to face Thomas fully. Just as he had wanted him to do. “Really? What is it?” he asked and his friends looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, I just wanted to know your opinion on-” Thomas didn't finish his sentence and instead lunged his arm back and then rammed his fist full force in Hamilton stupid face. Pain shot through his knuckles and he felt them strain, but the crack in Hamilton's face was satisfying enough to make up for all the pain.
He took a very short moment to take in Hamilton's startled expression and pained shout and then took off, sprinting in the opposite direction. It took only a few seconds until he heard thundering footsteps behind him and the angry growl of John's voice. Wasn't John on the football team? He had definitely seen him in a football jersey on Hamilton's Instagram. Maybe he should have considered that. But, oh well, now he'd have to run.
* * *
Fuck, Hamilton's boyfriend was fast. Or maybe his soulmate was just kinda slow, Thomas couldn't really tell. After all he had shorter legs, so Thomas couldn't blame him for not being the best runner.
In the end he managed to escape John by running in the middle of a crowd so he'd lose sight of Thomas. When he was sure he had outrun the other, he let himself sink to the ground behind a hedge. He was panting and looking around for any sign that John had managed to follow him. What he hadn't expected, however, was a pair of legs in his face when he turned to take a look. For a moment Thomas feared Hamilton's friends had found him, but when he noticed the polished Oxfords and neat slacks, instead of worn jeans and sneakers, in front of him. He knew he was safe.
He looked up and was met with a confused face that gave him a questioning look.
“James?” he asked, nearly, but not entirely glaring at him.
“Bald guy?” Thomas asked back, for his lack of information to respond anything else. Bald-Guy was apparently not too amused about it.
“What the hell, James?” he snapped and glared at him openly now. “And why did you punch Hamilton? Don't we have enough drama at this school already?”
Thomas supposed that a school, that was attended by Alexander Hamilton, really probably had enough drama.
“I'm sorry, I don't really know too much about your drama, actually. My name is Thomas Jefferson and I seem to be James's soulmate,” Thomas explained as he stood up and dusted his pants off to extend a hand for the other guy to shake. Bald-Guy's face lit up in recognition and he eagerly took Thomas's hand.
“Nice to meet you, I am Aaron Burr, student counsel,” he introduced himself and gave Thomas a charming smile. Something in his mind tingled at the mention of Aaron's name and once he remembered why, he couldn't help but grin at Burr.
“I always wanted to meet the guy who moderates my fights with that prick. You're doing a nice job.”
Aaron laughed and bowed mockingly. “Thank you, thank you. It's a welcome distraction from dealing with Alexander myself sometimes. But I have a question, if you're here where is Madison right now? If I recall it right you're currently staying in-”
A shock went through Thomas's body. He hadn't thought about that at all. “Oh shit, he's in France!” he nearly shouted and then turned to Aaron really quick. “Does he speak any French?”
“I don't think so. He speaks fluent English, Spanish and a bit of Latin,” Burr said thoughtfully and then turned to to Thomas, smiling at him. “He's smart though. He'll survive.”
“I suppose. Also I've got an English speaking friend, who'll really be more than happy to help.” The two of them had started to walk into a random direction while talking
“But he's gonna be really pissed that you punched Hamilton in the face in his body, without explaining anything. Kinda destroys his efforts to avoid Alexander for the last year. Not that he had any success.” Burr laughed at the last words.
Thomas felt a bit bad for that, but he just had to do that! “Do you even know how long I've waited to punch Hamilton in the face?” he asked dramatically and immediately answered the question himself. “Nearly two years! I can't just wait until my soulmate decides to move his ass over here!”
It was true. Who knew when James was going to come here. And he definitely couldn't manage to stay nice towards Hamilton for more than a few days. Not that he ever tried that. It just was something that he wasn't willing to put himself through.
Burr sighed, but still had an amused expression on his face. He probably knew what Jefferson was talking about. Then he stopped and turned towards him. “We can go to my dorm room, since I don't suppose you have anything to do besides running from Laurens and Mulligan, right? You can use my Twitter to get in touch with James,” he offered. Was it suspicious that he was this nice? Or had he simply already heard his name somewhere like pretty much everyone who was nice to him did? But he didn't really care about that right now, he was just happy to get an opportunity to sort things out.
Also the name Mulligan had finally made Thomas remember who Alex's other friend was. How could he have forgotten? Probably because he was just used to see him on pictures and then always with Gil by his side. It was his best friend's soulmate. Now he kinda wished that he hadn't given off this exact first impression to him.
“Yeah, sure. Thank you.” he said, taking up the offer and continued to follow Burr to his room.
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Aaron @AaronBurrSir · 1h
@LafaYEET Hey, Laf, I heard you're molesting my
soulmate
Frenchest Fry @LafaYEET · 1h
@AaronBurrSir
Awww, you wound me Thomas! As if I would ever do
something like THAT! I might have seen him around
tho
Aaron @AaronBurrSir · 1h
@LafaYEET Then stop wasting time and get
him in front of a computer! Or give him your
phone or something
Frenchest Fry @LafaYEET · 1h
@AaronBurrSir Geez, calm down! I'm gonna
get him!
Aaron @AaronBurrSir · 1h
@LafaYEET just hurry up, large baguette
Frenchest Fry @LafaYEET · 1h
@AaronBurrSir
I swear to god, Thomas, if you start with that
nickname again...
It's a nice raspberry flavored lube you got there btw...
Aaron @AaronBurrSir · 50 min
@LafaYEET What were you doing in my
drawer?!
Frenchest Fry @LafaYEET · 47 min
@AaronBurrSirr Hi, Thomas, this is James.
So I heard you punched Hamilton in the face
and ran off without telling him you're not me?
Aaron @AaronBurrSir · 45 min
@LafaYEET I can explain!