Favorable (Jamilton)

9. Hamilton

//a.n
Bonjour Bitches!
Y'know that thing that some people do where they start writing without thinking? That's basically this. It sucks. That's p much it, this chapter is just everywhere.
Also, can I get a Henlo for not editing this yet?
. . . This chapter is a mess. Bright side though I am eighty percent sure this is a double update? I honestly have no clue my man I haven't slept in like thirty hours so

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After an hour-long argument with Thomas, Alexander found himself typing away on his laptop as usual with his roommate grumbling every now and then about having to buy himself noise-canceling headphones. Alex agreed that it was definitely a waste of money, but he wasn't going to buy them and he wasn't going to change his schedule so Thomas could get what he wanted. That's probably what he was used to and Alexander wasn't planning on treating him like a spoiled three-year-old. 

Scratch that, that's exactly what his plan was, but he wasn't going to continue to spoil him with whatever he wanted like everyone else probably did. Sometimes, he would start typing extremely obnoxiously just to annoy the other man. 

Was that childish? Yes.
Was he going to stop? No.
Was it really necessary? Well, that was dependant on who you asked. Alexander would definitely say that is and was more than necessary and Thomas would say the exact opposite. 

Alex looked down at the time and decided that it was late enough for him to go to sleep without waking up multiple times throughout the night because of something or other. He shut the laptop down and got comfortable under the covers to go to sleep. 

Of course, though, his phone chimed on the bed next to him. A wave of panic washed over him as he realized that the only person that really texted him was Peter and he had already called a few hours earlier, which meant that if it was his cousin then there was something serious that happened with his mother.

Alex picked up the phone and stared at the screen for a second before realizing that there weren't any new messages. He was confused for a moment before his eyes traveled to the drawer where he kept the "work phone". He switched the phones in his hands and went to the messages for the much nicer phone. Sure enough, there was a red notification over the instant messaging system. Hesitantly, Alex opened it. 

From: Unknown
building 4 room 1782. desk under the left bed. take the books. hide them. youll be paid when its done. 300.

Looking at the number three hundred made Alex weirdly excited. There wasn't anything it could be other than a paycheck and with as tacky as the job was, that seemed pretty good. 

Hamilton tried to hide any emotion that he was feeling, which was mostly excitement, for some reason. He glanced at Thomas's bed, glad to see that it was just a dark bundle of blankets. If he were awake then it'd just strike up a conversation about where Alexander was going in the middle of the night and what would happen if he got caught out after curfew. It wasn't a conversation that Alex wanted to have. 

He grabbed a pair of shoes as he tiptoed out of the room. The favor seemed trivial, at the very least, but he had to expect people to not take him seriously at first. He needed to prove that he was willing to do dumb things because that's the job that he was assigned. It didn't matter what the favor or what he'd have to do, that wasn't a part of the job, he just had to do what other people needed. 

But then there was the part of the job that seemed just slightly less trivial. Whoever he was taking from, they'd have to buy totally new books. That alone is enough to put someone through more stress than it's really worth.