Just so you know, I don't really ship this, but I thought it was a good ship for this idea :)

"Alexander! Alexander Hamilton get here now!" Angelica Schuyler yelled to her boyfriend

"Whaaaaaaaat?!" Alexander groaned

"You took it!" she yelled, frustrated

"Took what?!" Alex yelled back, annoyed

" 'It'! From my special jar! You took it!"

Alex paled. He knew Angelica would murder him if he took 'it '. But he didn't!

"Angelica... I didn't take it!"

"Sure..." she mocked. "I don't believe you!"

Alex sighed. "Listen. I know you get upset. I know how angry you can get when things like this occur, oh yeah, I know. Just give me just a minute to explain the honest truth, and then I'll let you go" Alex said, and got ready for this argument

"It wasn't me! It's not my fault. So I take your accusations with a couple grains of salt. It wasn't me, I'm telling you! And if there's one thing that I wouldn't do...is eat your last cookie!" he exclaimed. Angelica glared at him. Alex decided to continue.

"I know that you get pissed when something happens from the list, of things like this that tend to yank your chain. But I would never do this, no! I wouldn't eat your food. So please let me explain! It wasn't me. I swear to god, and I don't like eating cookies, and you know it, so it's odd, that you think I'm the one who did, who went an opened your cookie jar's lid... and ate your last cookie?!" Alex ranted.

Angelica snickered. "I still don't believe you" she said.

Alexander gave an angry sigh. "I know those cookies weren't mine. And it's not like this time it was perfectly fine. But it's not like my... pretzels. Where what's yours is yours. And what's MINE is yours. It's just another one of our little wars... but this time, though, you crossed the goddamn line!"

"Really? Is that so? " Angelica said, disgusted. "WELL YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE STOLEN MY LAST COOKIE!" she screamed

Alex started to get pissed. "It wasn't me. IT WASN'T ME! I mean it really fucking wasn't so quit it with the third degree. It wasn't me, I've had enough... just forget the fucking cookie, cuz it's not about the cookie! No, it's not about the cookie anymore!" he exclaimed

"Then what is it about?!" Angelica yelled

"It's about the fact you don't believe a single thing I say. It's about the fact that I can't stand another fucking  day in your presence! And so... I'm out the door!" Alex yelled, and slammed the front door shut.

And then he ran to our Cinnamon Roll, Eliza

Nahhhh  I'm just joking 

I don't know what happens next.

What do you think I am, a fortune teller?