The Fishing Trip [?Jamilton?]

Alex POV

When I get up from the desk, I almost forget where I am, and stretch blissfully. But then I take a look around and realize this is, in fact, not my room. Yeah, you could say writing or typing on my computer really takes me away to a different world. I had taken off my shirt last night because it was so hot! Like, does Washington really not have an AC in here. Probably not. Anyway, I didn't think this would be a problem, but when I walk out into the kitchen to get some form of nourishment, I hear fake gagging noises.

"What's the problem Jefferson?" I grumble, making my way to the cabinet where I earlier stored my pop tarts.

"Where's your shirt?" he asks, with raised eyebrows. I raise my eyebrows as well, as if it were a contest or something.

"What? Am I not allowed to be shirtless?"

"Well, no, because just looking at you makes me want to throw up already, with a shirt on. Egh," he replies, standing there with an expectant look on his face, while I stand there, not answering. Though something about the way he said it was off.

"You can't make me where a shirt if I don't want to."

"Hm, I actually could, but you see I care too much about debate class to do that, even if your presence there is completely unwanted."

"Alright, so no shirt it is!" I say smugly, and go sit on the couch with my pop tart. I don't think I was mean to hear it but he muttered something under his breath after I left, something about how he didn't know how he was going to be able to do this. Tell me about it.

About an hour later, Jefferson barges into the room, wielding two fishing rods. "Get up Hamilton, we're going fishing," he demands, and I instantly shake my head.

"You think I'm actually going fishing? I don't even like it!"

"Well, you have to. Wouldn't want to upset Washington dearest like that. Bet you're just too impatient!"

"Hey! I am not impatient!" I glare at him. "Fine, I'll prove it to you!" He just smirks and hands me a rod. I reluctantly get up and walk out the door behind him. I will admit it, I'm a tad impatient, but I can't just admit that to Jefferson! But now I'm a little worried, because the thing is, I don't know how to fish... Ok, I lied, I'm super worried. I mean, I feel like this is a basic skill! I've never been fishing in my life! Now it'll just be another thing for Jefferson to tease me about.

I manage to get away with just sitting there, trying to look like I'm relaxing, for a little bit, but of course it has to come to an end sooner or later.

"Hamilton! You just gonna sit there on your lazy ass all day, or actually fish?"

"Well there's no need to, ah, rush it... right?" I was caught. I was so caught. I can't remember the last time I fumbled over my words so badly.

"Oh my god! You... You don't know how to fish, do you?!" he said gleefully, and I just scowled at him. "How do you not know how to fish! I mean, come on!" It's not even a big deal, why is he making it a big deal? I just take out my phone to mindlessly scroll through Instagram and pretend like I'm not embarrassed out of my mind. But Jefferson smacks it away. "Hey, none of that! We're on a fishing trip."

"Um, but here's the thing, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FISH!" I exclaim angrily, and try to grab my phone back. He holds it above his head. Fuck tall people.

"Calm down, darlin'. Why don't I just teach you?" He says smugly, and I just keep glaring at him, because I have absolutely no desire to be taught anything by him. After a couple seconds of staring him down, I give in. I'll show him! I'd love to see the look on his face if I somehow beat him at fishing (yeah, everything we do together is a contest).

"Gahh! Fine, I'll try it. But if I don't like it I'm going back inside!" He snickers and hands me my rod.

"You mean if you're bad at it." I huff.

"Never." He just shrugs his shoulders as if he were saying, 'whatever you say'.

A half an hour later and I finally got the worm on my hook, and the hook attached to my fishing rod without completely swathing myself in fishing line.

"Alright, so your gonna wanna make this motion-" he demonstrates with his rod, "-and then let go there, think you can do it, Hamilton?" I totally don't got it. But I try anyway, and make an absolute fool of myself.

"I'm done, goodbye." I state, and begin to put down the fishing rod, because Jefferson is doubled over laughing.

"No, no-wheeze-let me show you!" He laughs, and I groan.

"Fine, one more time, that's it!" I say tiredly. I am so done with this bullshit. Jefferson can rot in hell-woah. My thoughts are interrupted when I feel his hands on top of mine of the fishing rod. "What are you doing?!" I hiss, and he replies with a totally nonchalant,

"I'm going to show you how it's done, otherwise you'll never get it, dumbass." Oh my god, I think, annoyed. I try to ignore the way my stomach flips when he makes me go through the motion again, but this time the thing (I can't fucking remember what it's called) actually gets in the water! Jefferson immediately releases me, leaving me a bit relieved. "Well, looks like you did it. Well, actually I kind of did it all, there's no chance you would've been able to do this without my help." I no longer pay attention to what he's saying, because I feel kind of happy, and I tell myself it's just because I was able to accomplish something I've never done before, with or without Jefferson's help.

When we finally decide to go inside (I caught nothing, big surprise there), I'm trying to take the hook off when-"Ow, FUCK!" Yeah, I cut my finger on the hook.

"Oh my god, can you not do anything right?" he asks, chuckling to himself.

"Shut up Jefferson, it hurts, I'm going to get a band aid." I tell him, and then walk inside, rummaging through the cabinet in the bathroom for a first aid kit or something, only using one hand. "Ugh," I lick and blow on my finger, trying to make the pain go away a little.

"Need some help?" I hear a voice behind me Jefferson, holding up a box of band aids triumphantly.

"No, just give me the box, bitch." He rolls his eyes and hands it over.

"Are you gonna be able to open-"

"FUCK OFF JEFFERSON!" He snickers and walks away with that weird gait he has.

The sun is going down, and I'm finally going to be able to retreat to my room, when I hear Jefferson yell,

"Night loser!" I sigh.

"Night asshole!" I yell back, and practically sprint to my desk, where I would remain the rest of the night.