I ship them. Now we just need a ship name for John and N/N. John clamed that he was 100% gay and that he had NO interest for women or females. Ha. Sure, John told me about every 'guy crush' that he got BUT, I see the way he looks at that girl.
I met N/N on my first day of Freshmen year; I was on a scholarship program and didn't know anybody while John and Y/N where already on close terms having known each other all their childhood lives. "Since the age of 3," John told me once.
So it seems everyone in my friend group knew each other from preschool and so on. It took me a week to figure out that Lafayette, Y/N and Thomas were triplets after I first met Laf and her. Me, being the handsome idiot that I am, talked shit about Jefferson to John, Hercules, Lafayette and Y/N after Debate Club. Speak of the devil; As soon as I finished ranting on about his dumb ideas, Laf was quick to flinch as Thomas approached us with James Madison tagging close behind.
Y/N was desperately trying not to laugh when Thomas shot an intrigued glance in her direction. Her eyes met mine and it all blew.
"You're a dead man, Hamilton," He growled in a dangerously low octave after everyone starting laughing. Alexandra shut up after her short burst whereas Laf stood there uncomfortably, feet shifting his weight.
"Alex, what's on your mind. You've got that expression on you're face again."
I turn to face Eliza, whom was still holding my right hand as we made way to our neighboring lockers. I allow myself a small smile to her concern.
"Yeah, 'Liz, nothing to worry about," I reassure her, "Just thinking about John and Y/N."
***Eliza's POV***
"John and N/N? What about them?" I asked to my overworked boyfriend. His answer was simple and completely unlike the Alexander Hamilton that I knew;
"I ship them, 'Liz." As soon as I heard those words escape his mouth I understood why he was typing furiously fast on his phone while we were still on the bus. One part of me thought: They'd make a cute couple.
John was mellow and kind to anyone. I figure that his laid-back persona would balance out Y/N's argumentative writing and persistent personality--She always reminded me of a female verison of Alexander. No wonder they hit it off as soon as they met.
But then again, Alex told me that John was gay. I knew that Alex himself was bisexual, so there was a possibility that John changed his sexuality--There's no shame in that. I myself am pansexual while my younger sister, Peggy, is bisexual for a lesbian girl named Maria Reynolds. Finally after much thought, I opened my locker, grabbed my pastel blue school binder with my pencil case and then promptly nodded my head in agreement to Alex's previous statement; "Yeah, me too."
With a boyish grin on his face, Alex kissed my cheek said goodbye, then walked to his Homeroom class.
