faded {[lams oneshots]}

daffodils // fluff

Alexander Hamilton was on his way to visit his mother.

Who was dead.

He did this every Friday afternoon, but today seemed different.

Off.

First of all, it was about 105 degrees, which was  unusual for New York. At least in the city, Alex couldn't vouch for anywhere else. Not to mention a thick, sticky fog hung high up in the air.

Alex didn't take notice of this, instead he took his usual turn and carried on his way down the road. He stopped at the big blue house that he'd come to know and love.

The people that lived in the house grew the most lovely daffodils there, which happened to be his mother's favorite flower. Alexander began his weekly routine, which consisted of crouching down on the sharp dark green lawn and picking the smallest flowers from the garden.

It didn't take long before he had a handful of the small, yellow flowers in his palm. He was just about to stand when a loud noise interrupted him. He looked up and instantly blushed in embarrassment.

"I see you here every Friday, picking flowers from our garden," said the man who stood at the door, leaning against it's white frame. Alexander studied the young man. He had dark pine green colored eyes, with light brown freckles splattered un-evenly across his face, neck, and arms. He had dark brown curly hair that was pulled out of his face in a low ponytail.

"Sorry," Alexander said, smiling a bit.

"It's fine, we don't mind."

"We?"

"Oh, my family and I."

"Ah," Alexander sighed. "Well, I should get going," Alex said. He turned and began to walk.

"Wait!" the man ran up to Alex and placed his hand on Alexander's shoulder. Alex shivered at the contact. "I'm John. What's your name?"

"Alex," he breathed out. John nodded.

"I think I've seen you around campus. Kings College, right?" Alexander nodded.

"I... really should get going?" Alex said, but it came out more as a question than a statement.

"Okay. But... can I ask- who are you giving these flowers to?" John inquired, looking at Alexander with confusion lining his facial features.

"Oh um-"

"Is it a daate? Who's the lucky gal? Or guy?"

"About that-"

"Okay. I have to see who it is! I need to make sure they are worthy of my flowers," John stated, suddenly serious.

"Um... I..."

"Let's go!"

Alex just sighed. He looked up at John, who was smiling happily. How could he say no to him?

"O... okay?" Alexander stuttered. Alexander started walking, heading back down the street. The cemetery was only a few more minutes away. He searched his mind for a way to tell the man that they were walking to a cemetery and not a lovers house. He couldn't think of anything. He was better with words while writing, not talking.

John grabbed Alex's arm, sending a tingle throughout his arm and up his body. "So, where do they live?"

"I.. uhm... well, you see-"

"Is it down my street? Or closer to your home?"

"I actually live in the dorms."

"Oh."

"Why do you live with your family and not the dorms?" Alexander asked, subconsciously grabbing into John's hand. John stiffened a bit at the contact, but soon relaxed and gripped onto his hand as well.

"My dad... wants me to be close to home. Which is odd, because at first he wanted me to go to Geneva for college as well. Well- I did go there for my first year, but he found out I was studying medicine and made me come back- ya' know what, enough about me," John chuckled awkwardly.

Alexander shook his head. "It's... okay. Um.. so the 'about me' thing ah... we are actually going to-"

"The cemetery."

Alex's eyes widened. He looked up and saw that the two young men stood right in front of the cemetery. "Oh."

Alex shrugged. "We're already here." Alex started walking into the cemetery, dragging John behind him. After about two more minutes of wandering around graves and even tripping on tree roots, Alexander and John finally found Alexander's Mother's grave. It was one that was embedded into the shiny grass, the grey stone dull and bumpy from hail and rain.

Alexander placed the flowers next to the faded name.

Rachel Faucette.

John leaned down and touched the faded stone. "I'm sure she was beautiful. Just like you." Alexander blushed.

"Also, totally worthy of my flowers."

"Oh my god John-"