Okay, so we're doing this. I just checked and I got around a hundred views on my oneshots, so yay me. This one's about Thomas and Alexander, and like I said before, it features a scene from To All The Boys.

Alex stood at his school-provided locker. Yes, he was in college, and yes, he had an assigned locker. But it really did help, especially for someone whose classwork weighed at least a pound alone, not to mention all the textbooks from his two majors and one minor and his other extra classes. He opened it with practiced ease, shoving his essays and random unnecessary shit that the teachers insisted on him having into his locker. He sighed. He knew Thomas wasn't one to do one of those locker-valentines, but still. It would've been nice. There was a crash from further down the hallway, and Alex looked up to see Thomas at his locker, having opened it to find so many cards that they just kinda spilled out onto the floor. The hall was silent.

"Holy fucking shit," Thomas said. 

The students around them resumed their activities, and Alex sighed. It was nice to have such an amazing boyfriend, but sometimes he wished Thomas wasn't so popular. Especially with girls. And guys, too, since everyone knew he was bisexual. Alex finished getting his things and putting away some stuff and slammed his locker shut. Thomas looked up, saw him, and immediately took his phone out. Alex turned around and walked to class. 

He was entering the building that housed his journaling class when his phone pinged. 

Thomas: hey sugar, happy valentines

Alex: hi

Thomas: are you mad? I can tell ppl to stop giving me valentines

Alex: its ok, just kinda bitter, not ur fault

He knew that Thomas liked being liked, especially with his self-esteem being so low. The cards were important to him, a reminder that he was awesome and a lot of people liked him. Alex could get over it. 

Thomas watched Alex's icon disappear from his phone, an indication that he'd turned it off. He sighed. He knew he should've gotten a card for Alex, anything for him. He'd do anything for him. He just hoped his surprise would make up for his lack of tokens of love this morning. This year he'd gotten more cards than usual, which probably had something to do with the fact that he'd come out as bi after last year's Valentine's Day. He always liked sorting through them, because no matter how much he seemed confident and amazing, he definitely had an insecure side. Alex had seen that. And he'd still loved him. Thomas sighed dreamily. Alex was perfect. 

Someone brushed by him, startling him out of his reverie. He was on his way to design, his first class. Once he got inside the room, he sat down and began to take notes, his hand going on autopilot. He was daydreaming about how Alex would react when he saw what Thomas had done for him. The way his eyes would light up like they did whenever he was excited, his cute little squeal... Thomas knew he was fangirling, but it was his boyfriend, after all. He was allowed to. 

Alex walked out of journalism, his first class, and checked his backpack. Was his gift still in there?  Yup. Satisfied, he continued to his next class. When he exited, it was lunchtime, and he texted Thomas to see if he wanted to come with him for lunch. Thomas just said he was busy. Crestfallen and confused, Alex walked with John and Hercules to the deli shop.

Thomas felt bad, but he needed the lunch break to set everything up. He promised himself he would drown Alex in love and affection once he'd gotten everything set up, to make up for the morning. He'd made sure Alex had no afternoon classes, which had gotten him a suspicious glare from Mr. Washington, but oh well. 

Alex walked out of the deli shop with his friends. He texted Lafayette, asking them where they were. As far as he knew, there was no special someone for them as well.

Alex: hey Laf, where are u

Frenchbaguette: sry, was giving a valentine

Alex: who?

Frenchbaguette: i think i have a gf now, not sure how this works

Alex: WHO

Frenchbaguette: helping Thomas with something, gtg

Alex growled at his phone, drawing amused looks from his friends. "What?" Hercules peered over his shoulder, ignoring him. "Oh, is that what you're mad about? C'mon man, as long as he's happy it shouldn't matter," Hercules said. Alex gave him a curious look. "Do you know who it is?" Hercules rolled his eyes. "Isn't it obvious? They've been pining after-" John coughed loudly. Hercules frowned at him. "Just because-" John coughed again, and Hercules shut up. Alex watched their exchange with interest.

It was true, Lafayette was helping him with something, Thomas thought as he watched his cousin put away his phone. "Okay, so hold this," he said, presenting Lafayette with one end of a long string of lights. "Put it over there and secure it while I do the other end," he instructed, and they continued to set up like this, Thomas instructing Lafayette what to do. He was putting the finishing touches on everything when he heard Lafayette chuckle softly. "What is it?" he asked, turning around. "Oh god, does it look bad? Oh dear, what if he hates it?" Lafayette smiled softly. "Non, mon cousin, nothing like that, it's just... you really do love Alex, don't you?" "Of course," Thomas said, almost automatically. "Well, tell me if he likes it, I might steal your idea," Lafayette said, slipping away. "Wait- what? You have-" Lafayette had already disappeared. "Sneaky little French fuck," he muttered, though without any bite to it.

Alex's phone rung as John was saying something. He didn't know what, being too busy wallowing in misery because Thomas hadn't talked to him. He pulled it out and brightened considerably, seeing Thomas's name on the caller ID. John looked at him. "Hey Alex? I-" Alex held out a hand to stop him. "Sorry John, I really gotta take this," he said, rushing to somewhere away from his friends and answering Thomas's call. 

"Hey darlin'," Thomas purred. Alex stifled a giggle. "Hey, Thomas." It was hard to stay mad at him. "Hey, listen, love, I know I haven't been talking to you this morning, which sucks, because it's Valentine's Day-" "Yeah, and I love your voice," he interrupted. Thomas waved him off. "Yeah, whatever. Anyways, come down to the park and I promise it'll be worth it," Thomas said. Alex grinned in excitement. "What are you gonna do?" Thomas rolled his eyes. "Just come." And he hung up, leaving Alex snickering and muttering "that's what you said last night". John and Hercules walked over, seeing him pocket his phone. "What was that about?" Hercules asked. Alex waved him away. "Nothing." "Anyways, Alex, I was wondering if you wanted-" "Sorry John, I gotta go," Alex said quickly. He couldn't wait a second more to see what Thomas had planned.

When he arrived at the park, panting because he ran the three blocks to the park, Thomas was waiting for him, leaning attractively against the gate. No one else was around, so Alex grinned and walked over, tired from his run. "It's three blocks, Alex," Thomas said, staring at his bent-over figure. Alex glared up at him. "You know very well that I'm not in the best shape, especially compared to you," Alex said, gesturing at Thomas's general body. Thomas blushed. "Well, c'mon," he said, grabbing Alex's hand and leading him further into the park, which was a kind of mini-woods with a play structure in the middle. It was reasonably large, spanning about two or three blocks. Thomas led him off a side path, pausing and instructing Alex to close his eyes. Alex did so, hoping that his gift was still in the backpack on his back. 

When he opened his eyes, he was in a clearing. It was vaguely familiar, but was decorated. There was a large pink posterboard with pictures on it directly in front of him, and it was set against a pink blanket backdrop tied between two trees. On the ground there was a pink and white checkered picnic blanket, a basket of flowers on the corner of it closet to the strung-up blanket. There was also a picnic basket angled artfully on the picnic blanket. A string of mini-lightbulbs strung across the same trees as the pink blanket gave the scene a warm glow. Alex turned around slowly, taking in the rest of the area, and gasped. "This is- this is where- where you first said you loved me," Alex whispered. Thomas nodded. "Do you like it?" he asked anxiously. "Like it? Oh my god, Thomas, this is amazing!" he said. Thomas beamed. "I just thought, you know, we could come back here and say I love you again," he said nervously. 

"Oh, Thomas," Alex breathed, walking forward, kneeling and brushing his fingertips against the posterboard and looking at the pictures. There was him and Thomas on their first date, him and Thomas on the field trip right after they'd gotten together, him and Thomas at Six Flags, him and Thomas on the couch together... "Wow," he muttered. "Fuck, mine is nothing compared to this," he said. He turned around and saw Thomas standing beside him, looking lovingly at him with tears in his eyes. "I love you," he said, standing up and kissing him passionately. Thomas smiled. "I-I'm so glad you like it," he said, voice cracking. "Oh- baby, why are you crying?" Alex asked gently. "I don't- don't know," he hiccuped. "I just- I love you so much," he whispered, crying. Alex hugged him. 

They stood there for a bit before Thomas plopped down on the picnic blanket, Alex copying him. "You said something about your present," Thomas said. "Oh! Right," Alex said, grabbing his backpack, which he'd shed when he bent down to see the pictures. Digging through it, he found what he was looking for. Turning back to Thomas, he hid it behind his back. "Okay, so, I wasn't planning on giving you these, but it seemed like the right occasion," Alex told him, holding it out. Thomas took it gently. It was a beautiful, cream-colored hardcover book, with a red cloth covering the spine and sewn into it. "Just a warning, it gets pretty mushy," Alex warned as he opened the book carefully.

"Dear Thomas, I love you." Thomas read the scrap of paper glued into the inside of the cover. Touched, he looked at the page across from it, which had a photo of them pasted on it. Alex watched him carefully. Thomas turned the page, the crinkling of the paper a melody to the backbeat of the birds quietly chirping around them. There, on the first page, was a note.

Dear Jefferson,

I think I'm in love with you. I hate you, of course, you're an egotistic asshole, but you're also an awesome person. I'm writing this because you'll never see this and I need someplace to put my feelings down. I'm so confused. Your stupid, brilliant smile that you flash at me every day melts my heart, and then you proceed to pathetically try to destroy me in debate. Anyways, time to go to bed and dream about you and let my brain further confuse me as to how I feel.

Your loving enemy, 

Alexander Hamilton 

8/20/18

Thomas, who'd paused only to say "bastard" when he read "asshole", looked up after finishing. Alex met his eyes, blushing. "Wow, Alex," he said. Alex fidgeted. "Yeah, I was really confused," he responded. Thomas continued to flip through the book silently, the only sound the music of the pages crinkling against the sounds of nature. 

Thomas reached the end of the book, which was a documentation of Alex's journey to loving him. The last several pages were filled with love notes to him from after they'd gotten together, and on the inside of the back of the cover it said, "Happy Valentine's Day, Thomas" with "2019" underneath. Thomas looked up at his boyfriend. "These are so sweet," he whispered. "Were you really not going to share them with me?" Alex looked down. "Sorry." "No- no, it's nothing to be sorry about, I'm just really-" he paused to sniffle. "-just really touched, and super happy that I get to read these," he continued, tears streaming down his face. Alex giggled. "Awww, he's got a soft side," he cooed. Thomas sniffled again. "Bastard," he muttered. "Asshole," Alex responded, giggling and sitting in Thomas's lap, looking at all the pictures.

They stayed like that until dark, Alex comforted by the warmth of Thomas's body so close to his and his arms strong around him, giggling at silly memories, nibbling on the contents of the basket, stealing random kisses and leaving no "I love you"s unsaid.

Eventually, it got too dark for the fairy lights to keep them illuminated, so in the dim glow of the fading light, they got up slowly and packed everything up, admiring each other. As they walked into Thomas's dorm, Alex had the sudden urge to stay with him, to hold him through the night, to make sure that this- this god was truly his. He sent a quick text to Lafayette and crawled into bed with Thomas, hugging him and letting his familiar scent drift him off into the best sleep he'd had in a long while.

Okay, I know I said it'd be short, but c'mon! Isn't this the cutest? I think it is. I love Jamilton, especially the "asshole" and "bastard" thing. Hope you enjoyed, and have a nice day!

~M