"Raise a Glass To freedom. Something they can never take away" I whispered to myself while drawing. Currently I was drawing a butterfly that was in a jar in front of me on my desk. I'm John Laurens. As I drew somebody began knocking on my apartment door. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. When I opened the door I saw the one and only Alexander Hamilton.

"Hey Laurens!"

Hamilton said with that normal fiery look in his eyes.
This is Alexander Hamilton. My best friend who came from the Caribbean. He was an orphan growing up. His father left him and his mother died. After he moved in with his cousin his cousin committed suicide leaving him all alone. Then I met him while at a bar.

"Hey Hamilton!"

I said cooly. He was wearing jeans and a green hoodie. His hair was tied back in its normal ponytail. I motioned him in and we sat down on my couch and started talking.

"So Laurens want to go out-"

My heart beat faster and than I heard the rest of his sentence.

"-With the rest of the gang?"

I won't lie. I felt a little disappointed. But of course I ignored it.

"Of course!"

We both stood up and walked out. Leaving to join our friends in the real world.