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Angelica made a point to slam her car door as hard as she could while balancing the large box in her arms. The short gravel walkway was met with the vicious stomp of her heels as she made her way through the pathetic front yard. She always hated the triple deckers houses. Too big to be considered a house. To small to be considered a building. It was just some stupid, tacky place to live that was in the middle of the two.
She propped the empty box on her left hip to free her other hand. Three was no need to look at the names showcasing which bell belonged to which tenant. This wasn't her first time coming to this god forsaken part of town but it would certainly be her last. Her manicured finger pressed the buzzer for the first floor. Deliberately holding it down longer than necessary. She released the button just long enough for her to push down again. She could hear the distant sound of it going on in the home.
Static played through the old speaker before a man groaned, "I will fucking kill you."
Angelica's burgundy painted lips spread over her teeth at the miserable sounding voice. "Good morning, Alexander."
The static sounded again but only for a second. It was met with a deliberate silence. He must have taken his finger off the talk button on the inside. Angelica was a second away from stabbing down on the buzzer again when he spoke.
"Angelica?"
"In the flesh."
"What the hell are you doing here? It's like seven in the fucking morning."
She placed the box on the stone step. Twisting her wrist around for a good look at the watch. "It's seven-fifteen."
"What do you want?" He growled. "I thought breaking up meant I never had to see you again."
"It does." She answered cheerfully just to piss him off more. The only thing Alexander hated more than morning were people who loved them. And today, Angelica was really loving her morning. "But it doesn't mean I don't get to see the shit I left at your house anymore."
"What shit? There is no shit."
"Don't you fucking play with me, Alexander. There is plenty of my shit in your house."
More radio silence.
"Maybe I threw it all away."
The idea alone was enough to make Angelica see red. "Alexander Hamilton, If my Gucci pumps are not somewhere in that house I swear to God-"
"Alright. Alright." If she didn't know any better, she would think he was having fun with this. And maybe he was. He always did get off on seeing her pissed. "I have your stupid shit."
"Good. Now let me in."
"No way." He scoffed. "Come back in a few hours and I'll have it waiting on the stoop."
"Fine."
She didn't bother arguing with him any further. For no reason other than being extra. She used two fingers to push down on the doorbell for his apartment. The insistent buzzing sound was low to her ears. But she knew from experience how loud that shit was when you were on the inside. The speaker buzzed again with Alex trying to say something. But because it was impossible to talk over that sound in his house his words were a broken mess.
Before she realized what was happening, the heavy front door swung open in front of her revealing a disheveled Hamilton. His greasy hair was pulled back into a bun. The majority of it having escaped the holder in his sleep. His boxers were skewed around his lips. Twisted so badly that the hole that was supposed to go in the front was instead revealing a strip of skin on his thigh. His tank top was stretched beyond repair which was ridiculous because Alexander wasn't large enough to stretch anything.
"You're the devil."
"Convenient." She bend down to re-lift the previously discarded box. "Because you look like hell." When he didn't step out of the way to make room for her, Angelica shoved the box at his chest. Effectively moving him enough space for her to enter. His bare feet stumbled across the cold, tile floor as he tried to regain his balance. His hands instinctively reached to hold the weight of the box when Angelica's own abandoned it.
"What's this." His head tilted down for a better look. His old Rubik's cube was set on top.
"Your shit from my place."
"Oh." He sat the box on the nearest surface after following her into his house. "Thanks."
She tossed a sarcastic look over her shoulder and could looks even be sarcastic?!
"Don't mention it." Angelica's eyes scanned the less than impressive home. "Where is all my shit."
"Where you left it." He let his door slam behind him. "Which means any and everywhere." Her death glare did nothing but humor him. "I suggest you start in the bathroom. I know at least two tubes of lipstick are in there. Oh and those pills you take for cramps. I tried one when I had a headache and they're really good."
"You took my Midol?" She deadpanned. Alex only shrugged. "You're a fucking idiot. I swear to all that is holy."
She was still talking shit under her breath as she disappeared around the corner for the bathroom. Alexander could hear her shuffling around in his medicine cabinet. Probably looking for the little blue box to inspect how many tablets were missing. Of course she would find that none were. He wasn't in the business of tampering with other people's shit. Especially not pills. Even if they were over the counter pain relievers.
While his ex girlfriend busied herself with that mundane task, Alexander decided to rummage through the cardboard box she brought in. Just to make sure she didn't leave out anything important. Or accidentally add something that didn't belong to him. Like a pair of her panties....or a bomb. Knowing Angelica, the latter was much more likely. He picked through the useless items. The Rubik's cube. Books he read too many times to miss. The brown belt he'd been searching for the other day. An old pair of converse sneakers. The green hat he hadn't thought about in months. Two of his hoodies... hmm.. he'd heard women didn't like to give those back. Nothing of interest was in the box. Nothing he would have truly missed if he never saw it again.
Until he got to the bottom.
"Wha-"
There in the old, overused box, trapped under one of the untapped flaps, was a silver chain. It was a simple thing with a braided design and a rose charm. It wasn't really worth much. There was no gold or diamonds. Even the silver was just a painted on color. In fact, he was surprised the thing itself hadn't become discolored after all this time. Still, he thought it was worth more than being stuffed at the bottom of a box of nothing.
Alex thought she could keep it. Even when they weren't together anymore. Not that he ever thought of them not being together before a few weeks ago. He just assumed the little piece of metal meant as much to her as it did to him. He'd gotten it for her after their third date. Which was to a subway located in a small mall. It was the same day Alexander admitted he loved her. Even though all of his friends warned him against saying it so fast. Instead of freaking out like he thought she would, Angelica was over the moon. She blushed and gushed adorably as if he'd just proposed to her. She told him she felt like she needed something as a symbol for that moment. Yes, like an engagement ring was the symbol of a proposal. Alexander, bless his heart, only had thirty bucks in his pocket. So they went into H&M and he purchased that.
He plucked the necklace up. Careful not to pop it as it was rugged from under the flap. It rested in his hand, twisted up and cold. Alexander had no idea how long he spent just staring at the thing before Angelica's heels clicked up to him. She was holding an armful of her stuff. The before mentioned Gucci heels being propped by two fingers.
"I couldn't find my scarf. The purple one with the feather design?" Angelica continued like he asked her to specify. "You'll probably find it when you eventually clean this place. You can mail it to me-" Finally she noticed his distraction and stopped. "Alexander, are you even listening? What is that you're holding." He didn't respond. "Alex?" She circled around him for a better look. Freezing in place. "T-That's mine."
Hamilton didn't look away from it. "It was in the box."
"It shouldn't have been. Eliza probably put it in there by mistake." Angelica opened her hand so he could drop it.
"Did she?"
"Yes." Her fingers bent in a grab motion. "Give it here so I can go."
"Why do you want it?" Alex moved it from her reach. Suddenly feeling like she didn't deserve it anymore after treating it so carelessly.
"Because it's mine. Hand it over." He took a step back. "Hamilton, give me the fucking necklace!" She snapped.
"No."
She spread her arms. Freeing her hands and letting everything drop on the floor. One of the expensive shoes bounced from the impact and the heel curved. Angelica stepped over the mess to lunge for Alex. Her fingers wrapped around the other side of the chain before he could stop her.
"Give me my fucking necklace!" She tugged at it enough to make the point that she wasn't letting go.
"It's not yours anymore!" Alexander did the same.
The chain popped. The flower chair slid off the broken end and clattered to the floor somewhere out of sight. Angelica's mouth formed a perfect 'O' but no sound came out. Her hand tightened around the link still held in her fist. "I hate you."
"Angelica-"
"How could you? That was mine! You know I wouldn't put that in there for you. You just wanted it to be spiteful and now it's broken."
"I'll find it. I'll fix it."
"You can't!" She yelled. "You can't fix everything, Alexander." She was close enough for him to see the hazel flecks in her eyes. Close enough for him to see the way they glossed over in her hurt. "Haven't you learned that there are some things you just can't fix."
Alex didn't feel like they were talking about the necklace anymore. "I tried, Angelica. I swear I did."
"Not hard enough." She whispered back. A shocking contrast to her previous volume. "Alexander Hamilton." She spoke his name like a curse. "The man who would fight for anything... anything except me."
The words were a challenge. Alexander hadn't backed down from a challenge since he was three years old. His hands framed her face. His eyes burning into hers as he closed the distance between them. Slowly. Giving her the opportunity to back away. Or headbutt him. Knowing his girl, it wouldn't be the former. Yet neither happened. Angelica's eyes fluttered shut so Alex pressed his lips to her. Her mouth instantly opened up to him. Her body's natural reaction to his kiss. He drew her closer. Trying to bring her as close as possible despite any discomfort. Angelica willingly followed. Her sharp fingernails dug into his skin as she held onto his arms for dear life.
His head was filled with the taste of her. Thought not in the way he was accustomed to. There was something else in the kiss. It wasn't the loving kiss of a couple. It was the angry kiss of enemies. It wasn't even the lustful kiss of former lovers. No. There was something deeper than that. Or maybe it was a mix of them all. Either way, it was new. An almost a bitter sweet flavor that Alexander nor Angelica was ready to give up.