Lams, Royal Legacies

Ch. 10 paces fire!

Did I mean for chapter ten to be the duel chapter? I don't know. Maybe...

Alex
I have this thing where I always wake up before my alarm(if I actually go to sleep). It's weird. But it annoys the shit out of me because I wake up thinking I'm still dreaming and I'm actually sleeping for once in my life then it rings and I'm left with having to live a life.

I also wake up with a hangover. Great. It's dark outside. And I'm holding onto someone who has their hands wrapped around my waist. I can feel the slow rising and falling of someone's chest on my back. Wait, what?

I whip my head around and I'm staring at an adorable freckled face, snoring softly. Well, I'm awake now. Or am I? Is this just a dream? I could be dreaming. This is like, the best dream ever. I kind of never want to wake up now.

I turn my whole body around so I'm fully facing John. His hands are somewhat around my waist and I pick one up and kiss it. Don't ask. I'm still a bit drunk. "Good morning John."

Then, the alarm goes off.

John
I wake up to an alarm. I grumble and squint my eyes open. I try to turn off whatever alarm is going off, but end up with my hand on someone's face. Wut.

I force my eyes open a bit wider and see Alexander Hamilton staring straight at me. What? Wait. Where am I again? I look around.

Then I realize I'm in a bed with Alexander fricken Hamilton and I'm confused. And my top hand is now on his face. And I'm not even in my room. What the fuck did you do John? Heat spreads all across my face.

Please tell me I'm dreaming. Then I remember last night. Then I remember yesterday. Charles. The duel. Shit.

I instantly sit up and check the clock. It's 4:31. We still got time. I can breathe again.

"John..." I look down. Damn, he looks amazing. His tossed morning hair and his wrinkled shirt. And his deep, cracking morning voice. Damn it John just stop. I look away so he can't see my face, which must resemble a bright red pepper.

"Alex we have a duel today," I remind him.

His eyes widen. "Oh shit! You're right!" He darts out of bed but gets his leg tangled in the sheet, sending him tumbling down to the floor. "Shit shit shit!" I laugh. He glares at me, trying to be mad, but gives up and joins in the laughing.

I stand up on the bed, exhorting my dominance, about to get off, when he pulls the blanket off all the way, with me on it.

"Alex! No!" I scream and land on top of him, then start laughing again. I would probably be worried that I'm lying directly on top of him, but he doesn't seem to care, and so I don't either.

So we're just lying on the ground, tangled in blankets, and laughing. This is honestly the most fun I've had in so long. And we haven't even gotten out of bed! Well, barely.

"Hey, can you guys-" we go silent as we see a very sleepy Mr. Washington popping into the doorway, a look of utter confusion on his face. "Never mind then." And walks out.

Alex and I look at each other. Then we burst out laughing again. I think I'm high on laughing and oxygen.

"Did you see his face?"

"Hahaha oh my god yes."

We laugh for another minute or so then he gets up and stretches. "Welp! That was fun."

I laugh. "What was?"

"Waking up. With you. We should do it again sometime," he says matter of factly. I blush and chuckle, not really knowing how to reply to that.