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Alexander awoke early, as per usual, and made his way to the small kitchen in his apartment. The intoxicating scent of coffee slowly filled the air, accompanied by the sound of clanking on a keyboard. This was a common routine every morning. He would rise up - often before the sun - make fresh coffee, sit down at his computer and check his blog, responding to as many comments as possible, before writing a new post about whatever crossed his mind.
From there, the typing would shift to essays he had to write, some for the President, some in his own interest; something he would be defending during an upcoming debate, or anything along those lines. If an essay was to be written for the president, Alex would sit there, consumed in thoughts (more-so than with usual essays), and rake his brain for any material to use. Nothing ever seemed right to him when it was the President who would speak the words being written. Washington was not the best public speaker, nor did he truly have a way with a pen and paper. It was these reasons that Alex constantly found himself writing, and re-writing speeches for the President. Not that he disliked it.
Hours trailed by, with Alexander occasionally making a quiet snort of disgust, most likely at someone's distasteful comment. Probably a comment pertaining to racism, or perhaps pertaining to sexuality. Hamilton did not tread lightly with comments such as that on his blog. Now, as he sat there, typing away, the clock in the bottom corner of the screen read 7:30.
He pressed Post in the bottom corner of his screen, and sighed contently, leaning back in his chair. He sipped at his now cold coffee and smiled slightly, waiting for the first comments to start flooding in. His post was lengthy, detailing a dream he had the night before, and later hinting at his plans for the day. He stated; It's a big day today. Endless hours of waiting, planning, thinking, and it all will come down to this one moment. Indeed, a flourish of fun and excitement awaits my beloved and I today. I will no doubt keep you all up to minute as the day ticks by. Much love, your obedient servant, A. Ham.
Alex allowed his mind to drift after he pressed Post, hearing the occasional beep of a new comment. Despite this his brain was occupied by the hours ahead. He had the day all planned out. From what they would eat during lunch, to the pictures he wanted to take. Every little aspect meant something to him, every step he took would have a purpose behind it, and at the end of the day, in the perfect place, Alex would finally get the chance to get do-
A noise pulled him from the thoughts, that he quickly registered to be the shuffling of someone in his bedroom. Alex quickly shut the computer off and began scribbling nonsense on to a blank note pad, filling the room with more absent noise.
He was soon met by an overwhelming warmth from behind him, as the sensation of lips against his neck consumed his senses.
John Laurens growled in Alexander’s ear playfully, gently rubbing his forearm.
“Why, good morning to you too,” Hamilton couldn't help but giggle, and press a delicate kiss on the arms around his neck. “Did you sleep well?”
John released the man, and moved to lean against his mahogany desk. “Oh yes, until I realized that my pillow was gone,” he gestured lazily in Alex’s direction, before smiling and sauntering into the kitchen. By now the coffee and Alex had made was cold, so John decided to brew a new pot. The coffee had been sitting in the pot for roughly two hours.
“You know, you don't have to brew an entire pot of coffee at 5 in the morning.”
Alex shrugged off the comment, rising to follow his boyfriend. John always looked priceless is the morning. His eyes still fuzzy from his slumber, his hair (usually) in a frizzy mess of curls and knots. This morning, however, he had taken his time getting up and composing himself. His face - perfectly dotted with constellations of freckles - was washed and carefully cared for, his hair had been brushed back into a loose ponytail.
“Force of habit, I suppose,” Alex let out a tiny giggle. “John, I have a big plan for today, I want you to go get dressed so we can go in about fifteen minutes,”
A small smile crept across John’s face. His eyes gleamed with curiosity. “Where are we going?”
“That, my love, is for me to know,” a warm arm wrapped around John’s waist. “And for you to find out,”
John couldn't help but blush, a feeling of excitement arousing within him. There wasn't anything special about today, their anniversary wasn't anywhere near, yet. It wasn't anyone's birthday, so it couldn't be that. Maybe Alex truly wanted a day off to enjoy without any pressures from his busy work life. A rare, but holy occasion for Hamilton.
John took his mug of warm coffee and wandered back to his bedroom to finish getting ready. As soon as the door shut, Alex pulled out his phone, opening a group chat filled with his long-time friends. The chat had been kept a secret from John, for multiple reasons.
From Betsey <3 at 7:03am
When are you leaving Alex?
To The FederalFam at 7:46am
I just told John to get ready
From French Baguette at 7:50am
Today it the day, non?
From The Tailor at 7:53
Freckles won't even know what hit him
From Betsey <3 at 7:56am
I know he’ll love it, Alexander, you picked the perfect one!
From The Tailor at 7:56am
OH. So Eliza gets to see it and we don't? I see
From French Baguette at 7:57am
What is this I hear? You keep this a secret from Herc and I? Quel est ton problème?
From the Tailor at 7:57am
Don’t you ignore us, Alexander, we matter too, you know
Alexander sighed, smiling gently.
To The FederalFam at 7:59am
I'll text you all later tonight
From French Baguette at 8:03am
Oui. Good luck, mon petite lion.
From The Tailor at 8:04am
Can't wait to see the pictures, man
From Betsey <3 at 8:04am
Good luck, love!
“Are you ready?” John's soothing voice pulled Alex’s eyes away from his phone screen. He sure was a sight. He had changed into dark blue jeans, and a loose fitting, v-neck t-shirt.
Alexander nodded, grabbing his backpack (prepacked with all the things he would need for the day), his car keys, and two water bottles. The two men laced their fingers together as they left their comfy apartment, heading straight for the car. Alex, of course would drive. As soon as they pulled out of the parking lot, John was nervously fidgeting in his seat, scanning the signs passing them by on the road, searching for any cue as to where they were going.
The freeway sped by, and the time seemed to go in slow motion for Alex. His nerves were already starting to get the best of him. Oh man, if it was starting this early… John, in the meantime, was bubbling over with excitement. He had made a few blank guesses, hoping to get some reaction out of his boyfriend that may have hinted at where they were going. Nothing ever showed clearly on the small man’s face.
Alex grinned inwardly, though, as he pulled into the parking lot of their destination.
John let out a loud gasp. “Alex, no way!”
His boyfriend nodded, a grin playing on his lips. “Yes, way!”
There it was, the perfect building. Wonderfully built, beautifully designed, with a large neon sign plastered over the front.
“The aquarium!”