(You're James) (Modern au.)

Ah, New York City. It was wonderful. Thomas would drag you everywhere. One day, you bumped into a man. Dark skin, kinda buzzed hair, and a calm face. Thomas gasped and shook your arm, "Look James!" You blinked, "Uh huh." Thomas held his hand out, "Hi! I'm Thomas Jefferson. And this grump is James Madison." The man shook his hand, "Aaron Burr." You coughed into your hanker chief. You had a slight cough for weeks. A man was behind Aaron. It was John Laurens. You had met him before. You coughed again and Thomas held you upright. Aaron tilted his head, "You okay?" You nodded, "Yeah.." After chatting for a while, you and Thomas went back home. You collapsed onto the couch and coughed again. Thomas rushed over, "Come on, James. Get up. We're going to the doctor." You tried to protest but it was useless. After a few days, you hung out with Hercules. You both almost looked the same. Dark skin, buzzcut, and basically the same eye color. You two stared at each other and blinked once. Twice. Then immediately started chattering, laughing, and hitting each other. Hercules' boyfriend, Lafayette, looked at Jefferson, "Oh, hello! I'm Lafayette. You must be Thomas!" Thomas nodded, "Yep! Hey... You almost look like me. Just you have a bun." Lafayette laughed, "Yeah. Hey, I want you to try a new recipe." Thomas squealed and clapped his hands, "Wonderful!" You and Hercules were now watching a game. Screaming and complaining at the other team. Then squealing and hugging each other at the team you both rooted for. Another man came in, Alexander Hamilton. Alexander was very chaotic. And you didn't mind one bit. Soon Aaron and John showed up. Now it was a huge party. Alexander chattering about a girl Eliza Schuyler. You knew them. Everyone did. Very fancy women. Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy. A ball was tomorrow. Thomas got the message on his phone. He ran to you, "James, we are going to that ball." You groaned, "Seriously? I hate people—" Thomas covered your mouth, "Nope. We're going." At night, you lied in your bed in your room. You felt cold and went to Thomas's room. He was awake on his phone. He saw you. T-shirt and boxers. He patted the bed, "Come on, James." You laid beside him and hugged him. Even though you were a bit more muscular and a tiny bit taller, you were the clingy one. Thomas loved it. He patted your back. Your hand found his curly afro. It was so soft. He giggled, "James, you like my hair?" You nodded, "Mhm.." You then fell asleep. Thomas smiled and went back on his phone. Tomorrow awaited. The ball awaited.