Alex stared at the ground in front of him, he wasn't facing Aaron. Not even able to think of it. He really didn't want to shoot his friend. Alex tapped his foot impatiently. He just wanted- no, he needed this to be over. He wanted to go home and cuddle Oliver and Anna. And give his mom and dad a kiss and a hug. He wanted to fake sword-fight Lafayette, and to make up another choreographed Grease dance with his whole family.
He wanted to get chased by James, and when he finally got caught he wanted to be swept up into his older brother's arms.
He wanted to see Kitty again, to give her a huge hug and let her do his hair in pig tails or braids to make him look pretty.

He wanted to kiss Eliza, really kiss her, not just on the cheek, but really kiss her.
He wanted to play hide and seek with Hercules, because he could never find him and that made Herc so happy he would smile for hours and hours. And he wanted to let Peggy fix one of his shirts that he ripped. And to have more lip-sync battles with Angelica. And to let the whole class wage in on who wins.
He wanted to have another huge fight with Thomas or 'King' George. Well... he kind of wanted to.

"Alex?" Aaron's voice was a very rude awakening to the safe haven Alex was busy imagining. "Uh we're counting now."
The crowd started to chant. "One! Two! Three!"
Alex quickly walked across the playground to where Aaron had been standing.
"Four! Five! Six!"
He tried to make eye contact with Aaron, but Aaron refused to meet his eyes, staring anywhere else.
"Seven! Eight!"
Alex spun around so he wasn't facing Aaron anymore, and patiently waited.
"Nine!"
He fidgeted with his water gun.

"Ten! Places!"
Alex took a deep breath.
"FIRE!"
He whipped around, and lifted his hands into the air, aiming his gun up at the sky with them. 

But it was too late.

He already saw Aaron's horrified face, and the stream of juice headed straight towards him. 

He didn't scream, he didn't even think, the whole world was a blur.

He barely paid attention to the gasps from the small crowd, and the silent tear that rolled down Aaron's face as he fell to the ground. 

And then everything sped up.

"Alex!" Aaron was instantly standing at his friends side.

The 'blast' had knocked Alex off his feet, and made him hit his head on the sidewalk. 

"Alex!" The crowd was shouting.
Somebody was shaking him. "Call his parents! Somebody!"

He felt stunned as he sat in the backseat of George's car. He had traded in his old car for a minivan, and at the time Alex had loved the idea. But now not so much.
George had hurried to the playground when he got a call from Charles Lee, who had been the doctor at the fight.
Alex had a tiny concussion from whacking his head against the concrete, but other than that he was fine.
He and Aaron had discussed it partially, and he wasn't mad at him. Alex understood, he was fighting for what he believed in.

He understood, because Alex had to do just that. For the rest of his life, however long or short it might be.

Wow Alex is THE single most dramatic child in the world. Besides Aaron. Srsly. Wth? Anywayyssss- hope you guys liked it! I know I loved writing this book more than anything :))))) Keep your eyes out for Hamiltots 2, 'Hamilhigh' which will be coming soon! Follow me and read some of my other work in the meantime.

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