A/N just so everyone knows, it's kinda like people telling a story.
Bold=people interrupting the story
Normal=earlier (the main story)
It wasn't that John hadn't ever noticed Alexander Hamilton. John knew Hamilton always looked like he needed sleep. He knew Hamilton was studying law. He somehow knew that Hamilton was bi (he thought that Peggy had told him). He'd noticed that Hamilton was kinda cute. He knew that Hamilton often had coffee with him; in fact one time John was sitting next to Hamilton in class and he poured an energy drink into his coffee, he'd turned and looked at John and said, "I'm going to die."
So, yes, John had noticed Alexander Hamilton. He'd just never really seen him. Or talked to him. That is until he was covered in purple glittery paint. And technically it was Peggy's fault he was covered in glitter, although Peggy would argue it was John's fault.
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"How did you two meet?" Mary, John's thirteen year old sister, asked.
Alexander laughed. "I'll let John and Peggy tell you."
Mary was visiting John, his boyfriend, Alexander and his best friend Peggy at Kings College.
"Well, actually, it was all Peggy's fault," John said.
"Oh, puh-lease, John. It was your fault, admit it," Peggy protested.
Mary laughed. Alex glared at his boyfriend.
"Okay. So, Peggy had come to my dorm and begged me to help her paint her room," John started telling the story.
Peggy flipped her hair. "I never begged you."
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"Dude, you are totally helping me paint my room," Peggy said. "My roommate ditched me for her boyfriend, so this is not optional. Think of it as bonding time."
"You're my best friend, we don't need bonding time," John replied.
"Yeah, well, you're still helping me with this."
John laughed. "Fine. But you'll have to get me to your room before I will help you."
Peggy pulled out her phone and called someone. "Hey, Angelica. Can you talk to John for me? He refuses to help me paint my room." She passed the phone to John.
"John?" Angelica asked. "You're helping my sister, right?"
"Um, yes," John muttered, worried that if he didn't help Peggy he would get killed.
"Great." And the phone call was over.
"So, let's go paint your room."
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"Wait," Mary interrupted, "you're scared of Peggy's sister?"
Peggy laughed. "Everyone is scared of Angie. Anyway, we were at my room."
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"Why are you making me do this?" John grumbled.
"Oh, shut up," Peggy ordered. "And go get one of the paint cans, would you?"
John obliged. He really didn't want to help her.
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"Okay, first: I never ordered you to do anything," Peggy snapped. "Second: you were overly happy to help me."
John looked at Peggy, completely confused. "What are you talking about? You forced me to help you."
"Yeah, but once we talked Angie you were happy about it."
"No, I was just terrified for my life," John said.
"Yeah, Angie would never kill you, she loves you too much," Peggy muttered.
"Ew, I'm so gay."
"I meant as a brother," Peggy yelled, punching John in the arm.
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John and Peggy had finally finished painting Peggy's room and were laying on the bed, which was in the middle of the room.
"Okay, John, can you go put the leftover paint in my car?" Peggy asked.
"Sure," John, who was feeling less grumpy than earlier, replied and got off the bed. He grabbed the paint can and left the room.
John honestly had no idea how he tripped. Maybe it was on someone's cat or maybe it was on his own feet, whatever it was it was gone by the time he looked for it. Well, that was embarrassing, John thought. Then he looked up and suddenly his embarrassment increased.
Alexander Hamilton was standing in front of him and he was completely covered in purple glittery paint. He also looked extremely pissed off.
"Oh, crap," John muttered. He raised his voice, "I am so sorry. You okay?"
Alexander looked slightly less pissed off. "Yeah, of course I'm okay, it's just paint."
"I am so sorry," John repeated. "I can go wash your clothes if you want. Or if they need to be dry cleaned or... just tell me how I can repay you.
"Let me take you out for dinner," Alexander blurted out. "If you want," he added, turning red. Well as red as you can turn when you've got purple, glittery paint all over you.
"Did you just ask me out?" John asked.
"Yeah, I understand if you say no."
"Yeah, sure. I mean, why not? I get to pay, though."
"I'm going to have a shower."
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Mary looked at John. "You met your boyfriend by throwing glitter at him?" She sounded incredulous.
Peggy looked surprisingly insulted. "First of all: it was glittery paint."
"Okay, Peggy, how is that relevant?" John asked. Peggy opened her mouth to answer. "No, don't answer. It was a rhetorical question. And I did not throw the glitter–"
"Paint. Glittery paint," Peggy cut in.
"Yes, Peggy," John sighed. She was one of his best friends but she was exhausting sometimes. "I didn't throw the paint at Lexi."
Mary giggled. "Lexi? That's adorable. Oh my god, I ship you guys so much. OTP."
Peggy grinned. "I know, right?" The two girls highfived.
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A/N Peggy is me. I am Peggy. She ships them, I ship them. She butts in with irrelevant information, I butt in with irrelevant information. She gets insulted by random things, I get insulted by random things.
It's confirmed I'm Peggy
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Fanfiction*this is currently being edited* I am horrible at descriptions so I'm just going to put an insert from it for now: Alexander Hamilton had never experienced snow. Never. Growing up in the Caribbean he'd never had the chance. Never until he'd moves t...
