Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)

-Chapter 22: Thomas-

~~A few days later~~

I woke up slowly. As my mind was grasping reality, a felt someone else shuffle in my bed. I looked up and saw Thomas' sleepy face. His hair was all over the place. I blinked a few times before attempting to get out of bed without waking him up. But guess what?

I FAILED.

"G'mornin' " I heard Thomas greet as I set one foot on the floor. "Goodmorning," I smiled and looked back to see him slowly waking up. "What's happening today?" He asked as I shrugged. "Someone needs to bring Daveed breakfast-"

"I'll do it," He immediately told me as he rose up from the bed. I remained silent, narrowing my eyes ever so slightly. "Okay," I agreed as Thomas put a shirt on. "love you," He quickly stated as he kissed my forehead and left my room. I stared at the door for a few minutes before standing up myself.

Why was he so settled on aiding Daveed?

I changed out of my PJs and put on some normal clothes. Normal for me at least. I walked out of my room and walked to the breakfast table. I had put Samuel and Charles on breakfast duty since they always seemed to wake up first. I mean...Aside from Alexander but we don't talk about Alexander.

"Good morning," That's the way I always announce that I'm here and I'm hungry. I got a good morning back from most of them. I sat down on the couch next to Washington who had found enjoyment in reading the newspaper and kept us updated about the news. "What's up?" I asked him.

"A lot about the president," He informed me with a raised eyebrow. I hummed and looked over at the breakfast table. Samuel out the last plate on the table and called us over. I pushed myself up and came to the table along with the others. That's when Thomas came back from the basement. He sat down next to me. Everyone was talking to each other so no one heard the conversation Thomas and I were having:

"He's getting better," He informed me. I perked up a bit. I looked at him. "Maybe I can go and see him after breakfast," I smiled, grabbing a piece of bread. Thomas tensed up a bit. "I don't think that's a good idea," He told me as I grabbed the Nutella. "Why not?" I asked, frowning a bit. "Because," He tried to come up with something. "Because he's pretty angry at you," He told me.

I nodded. "Sure, I locked him up," I agreed. It seemed reasonable. I had locked him up in a basement for God's sake. "But I can keep my distance and talk it out," I argued back. "No, I don't think that's a good idea," Thomas countered as I frowned even deeper. "You know what I think?" I asked as he shook his head and grabbed a bite from his sandwich. "What?" He asked with a full mouth.

"Either you're over-protective," I started as he frowned. "Or you're in love with Daveed because he looks like you and you don't want him to tell me you're acting up," I continued as Thomas gulped his food down and looked right at me. "Or you're jealous," I continued but got cut off right there.

"I'm not jealous,"

"Jealous it is then,"

"Come on, Y/N," Thomas tried with a chuckle and looked away. "I'm going to visit him," I told Thomas. "No, you're not," Thomas spat back at me. Slowly everyone at the table began to drop their conversation and listen into ours. "What's up with you?" I asked irritated. "Nothing!" He dismissed, almost shouting at me.

"You sure? Because you have been redirecting my road since we put Daveed in the basement!" I shouted at him. "I have not!" He shouted back, clearly, he was offended. "Yes, you have!" I shouted at him almost banging my hand on the table, but Washington grabbed my arm. 

Thomas and I glared at each other. 

"Fine!" We both yelled and stood up, heading separate directions. I rushed to my bedroom and slammed the door so loudly that I heard Hercules shriek like a girl. I fell down on my bed and grabbed a pillow. I inhaled and then pressed the pillow against the face. Then I proceeded to yell as loud as I could in the pillow.

Later I heard a knock on my door. "Whoever it is, you have a 50% chance of making it out alive," I warned the person. The door opened and I looked up to see James. I groaned but sat up straight. He adjusted his sleeves and sat down next to me. I hugged my knees as we remained silent. 

"You seem to be in your room a lot," He started to cut the tension in 2 equal parts because he's a perfectionist.

"Thomas has been acting like a prick," I vented with I sigh. "He doesn't listen to what I have to say anymore and he just..." I closed my eyes. "I noticed a change too," James admitted, looking ahead. 

"He's turning into Alexander," 

We both mumbled. We shared a look and looked away. "Maybe he's trying to appeal to you," James tried as I looked at him. "What do you mean?" I asked as he sighed. "Maybe he's been getting nightmares of some kind of source that made him think that you liked Alexander because of his character?" He explained. It made sense for him to do that. "But why would he act so around you?" I asked. "To keep up the act and not to raise suspicion?" James tried, looking up to the ceiling and then at me.

"I guess," I agreed to make him look away. "Have you talked to him?" I asked as he shook his head. "No?" I asked as he shrugged. "You're his best friend and in an argument, you chose his wife's side?" I asked with a chuckle. "Well, he's wrong," James dismissed my teasing. 

"That's rich,"

"Shut up,"

"Where's Thomas anyway?" I asked still giddy. "Washington took him on a walk, don't worry about him. Go see Daveed," He told me as if he had known my plan to secretly go and see Daveed anyway. "You're the best, Medicine," I chuckled giving him a little hit on the shoulder. 

"Madison," He corrected staying calm.

"Medicine," I corrected and stood up.

"Madison," He argued back as he bottled up his anger.

"Medicine," I argued with a smile as I left.

"IT'S MADISON!" He reminded me with a loud but delicate shriek.

"Sure, Medicine," I agreed and headed out. 

I exited my apartment and headed down to floor -1. There, I took the stairs down to my personal basement ground and tried to open the door, only to realize that I didn't have the keys. "Damn it," I cursed as I tried to open the door. The wooden door only let me open it a little bit but not enough to see anything inside. 

I heard some shuffling so I knew Daveed was in there. I tried to push against the door in the hope that it would open and I heard something click. The door was pretty crappy and old. The owner of the building offered me to replace the door with a stronger one but I refused since I told him I would never use it anyway. With some force, I could probably open this door. A giant smile spread on my face. Cheapness was going to help me get in.

I backed up and then ran at the door, full speed and used my shoulder to get the door open. unsurprisingly, the door opened. I tumbled in and almost fell on my knees. 

But I didn't!

DO I SEE SELF IMPROVEMENT?!

YES, I DO!

I looked around and saw Daveed. But then I paused my mind and let my eyes travel right to Daveed's eyes. 

Instantly I understood why Thomas was acting up.