Hamilton x Seabury Otp

Samuel doesn't eat lunch. 

School lunch is awful. 

And bringing a lunch from home would mean it getting all soggy throughout the day. Nobody besides Kindergarteners and Al Yankovic would eat a soggy ham sandwich. 

Samuel's lunch consists of getting his daily dose of bread from the Lord. He sits underneath a tree and reads his worn, tattered copy of The Bible. He's gotten picked on before for it, but he's learned to drown it out with the loud voices in his head recognized from church and the way he imagined God to sound, Jesus to sound. 

Alexander doesn't eat lunch. 

He eats breakfast. He eats dinner. 

But he spends his lunch allowance from his adoptive parents on other things. Yeah, cigarettes were always an option, always on the table. Occasionally. Not all the time. Never enough to develop a dependence on nicotine. 

He spends the money on things such as his phone bill, new batteries for his TV remote. Practical things, though one time he bought a $37 light up snowman and had no idea what to do with it. He put it up outside his room around Christmas time, switched on, and it always scared the everloving shit out of George. 

Alexander's lunch consists of getting enjoyment from throwing rocks at trees from varying distances. This time, he was exactly 64 and a half paces from a large tree, his friends cheering him on to chuck that rock as hard as he could. He yeeted it with all the force he could muster. 

Samuel's finger was ready to turn the page onto Psalms when a rock hit him in the side of the face, cutting his cheek. "AH!" 

"Shit, man, you hit the church kid." Hercules said, covering his mouth. He never encouraged the bullying going on with Samuel. None of the group of 4 did. Alex got into arguments with him often, sometimes lit up a cigarette just to blow the smoke in his face to prove a point. What point, exactly? Neither male knew. But it always pissed Samuel off. 

Alex immediately darted over there to apologize, kneeling down and checking his face. "Fuck, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." He stuttered out, tearing off the cuff of his own shirt and dampening it with Samuel's water bottle, slowly wiping away the blood. Samuel didn't object, considering that he didn't feel like objecting to the care given to his face. 

"It's alright, Alexander. Mistakes happen." Samuel said, thanking the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit that Alex didn't pick up his emphasis on 'mistakes', which would have been a direct insult to Alex's parents and himself. 

"Yeah, they do. I'm sorry, dude, I was aiming for the tree. You're not a tree." Alex said with a chuckle, holding the damp cloth to Samuel's cheek. "I also think you need stitches, and I can drive you if you need it. Lucky enough to get a car for my birthday." He explained. 

"If it won't burden you, it would be appreciated if you could give me a ride to the hospital." Samuel sighed out, bookmarking the holy text in his hands and standing up. Alex led him by the small of his back over to the car. He reassured Samuel that it would be fine if they skipped classes because this was a medical emergency. 

"Genesis is my favorite." 

"Hmm?" Samuel's eyes darted up to Alexander's. "Repeat that?"

"Genesis is my favorite. Part in the Bible, y'know." Alex said, opening the car door and unlocking the others, letting Samuel ride shotgun. 

"I didn't figure you were Christian." 

"Well, I'm not as dedicated as you, that's definitely for sure." He gave the smaller's elbow a gentle nudge. "Buckle up, it's the law." 

Alexander's hunch was correct, Samuel had to get 4 stitches on the side of his face. Samuel's father was relieved he was okay, though George? 

Livid was an understatement. On one account, Alexander was throwing rocks when he was supposed to be nourishing his body. On another account, he was lying about where his allowance money was going. On the third, he'd hit this 'innocent smol bean that was simply being a good church boy that goes to church and reads his bible'. 

"Please stop using phrases you hear on the internet." Alex said, using his pointer fingers to massage the bridge of his nose. 

Martha managed to calm George down as she sat there, teaching Samuel how to knit. 

"George, look at this good boy. He picked up on knitting faster than you did. Alex knew what he did wrong, and knew what he had to do to make it better. Please don't get mad at him for doing the right thing, or he may never do it again." Her soft, whipped cream decorated voice rang into his brain. George sighed and let his shoulders relax, pulling Alex into a hug. 

"Just don't do it again." He warned. Alex huffed and reluctantly hugged back.

"Fine." 

Samuel managed to knit himself a scarf, which could conveniently cover the scar on his face. George and Martha left, leaving the two less-than-straight teens in the room. Never a good idea, if you've ever been anywhere on the internet at all. Alex took his seat where his mom had sat. 

"Still sorry about ruining your face. Never thought that would be the first way I did it." Alex said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"Is that an innuendo? Should I feel unsafe?" Samuel gave one of his rare ear-to-ear grins. God, Alex melted from the inside at those. 

Alex wanted to say something vague, yet obviously what Samuel was looking for. Like 'maybe', or 'perhaps'. 

"Mayhaps." He sputtered out before realizing the nonsense he just spewed. He heard a noise that absolutely destroyed his conscience, entire being. 

Samuel snorted, then began laughing at the archaic word Alex had just let fly. 

That was it. 

Suddenly, the laughing stopped. 

Alex had finally broken, and manned up. 

He kissed him. The gap was closed, the deed was done.