Thomas' POV

Hamilton and I were outside walking to our dorm. It was lightly sprinkling out here. He was in the middle of insulting me, when he started panicking l. "Ha, can't even finish your sentence Hamilton?!" I teased him. He didn't even glare at me. It started raining harder and he was shaking with fear.

"Are you ok?" I asked him concerned. Wait, why am I concerned about him? I shrugged, and walked into the building. We had to share a dorm together, because the college put us together. We sat down on the couch l when we got to the dorm. We looked away from each other, when there was a loud clap of thunder. He jumped.

"Ha, scared of storms Hamilton?" I teased him.

"S-shut up J-Jefferson." He stuttered.

"Aren't so fearless now, aren't you?" I teased him again.

"I-I said s-shut up J-Jefferson!" He exclaimed. There was another clap of thunder. He jumped again and was shaking again. I laughed at him. He wouldn't stop shaking now, and he was muttering stuff under his breath. I was genuinely concerned now.

"Are you ok?" I asked him concerned. He didn't respond I stared at him, before shaking my head. He kind of looked cute. Wait, where did that thought come from?! I heard somewhere that physical contact could help a panic attack, and I think that's what Hamilton is experiencing. So, I moved closer to him.

I hesitantly put my arms around him. He snapped out of it for a minute to say, "g-go away J-Jefferson. N-nobody likes y-you." Then there was another clap of thunder. He jumped and whimpered. While, burying his head into my shoulder.

"I'm just trying to comfort you! You stupid immigrant, let me comfort you!" I yelled frustratedly at him. He whimpered then I blushed when I realized that his head was buried into my shoulder. I started rubbing his back soothingly without knowing for a couple of minutes. Then when I realized, I pulled my hand back. He whimpered, so I started rubbing his back again.

There was another clap of thunder then, so he buried his head into my shoulder even more. I noticed his hair was a bit poofy while it was wet, and I had an urge to pet his hair. So I did, it was very soft. "You have very soft hair." I muttered under my breath. He stopped shaking. "You better Hamilton?" I asked him.

"Alexander, call me Alexander." He told me.

"Ok, Alex." I teased and he blushed.

"The great Alexander blushing?! The world is ending!" I teased him more. Then he blushed even more.

He looked up at me and exclaimed, "Jerk!" I snickered at him, then I felt a pair of lips on mine. My eyes were wide and I froze. Alex was kissing me, why?! Then I kissed him back. He ended up under me while we were kissing. I then separated my lips from his to take a breath.

"Why?" I asked him.

"I have always liked you, jerk." He told me. I laughed and pecked is lips. The rest of the storm we spent cuddling.