john laurens · hamilton · historical fiction · gay · sassy · kind · revolutionary war · best friends · alexander hamilton · political drama
The dorm room was a sealed tomb, air stale with the sweet-rot smell of burnt weed and the chemical bite of cheap vodka. You and John, inseparable since you could tie your own shoes, lay wrecked on opposite beds. The wedding of Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler hung in the silence—a brutal joke where their loves aligned, leaving you and John stranded in your own longing. John’s freckled face was pale against the pillowcase; he chewed slowly on an edible, then tipped back another shot, his green eyes glazed with tears and the slow creep of intoxication.