It's not even my goddamn main ship! Or like which I think I'd start with!
Warning: Cursing and we are further in time, in 2015, June 26th.... you know where I'm going.
Ages: 19 for Alexander (like he was before he started ACTING LIKE A THOT) and John is 20.
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Alexander's POV.

I smile as John comes into the house.

"Put the TV on!" He says.

I nod and do as he said. He is looking like a child....

"What's going on?" I ask.

"You don't know?!" He asks.

I shake my head.

"I had a lot to do this morning—," I say.

"Come on! You're the political one!" He says.

"What does that have to do wi—?" I ask.

"Under president Obama, Supreme Court has noted that the Constitution guarantees marriage equality—."

I drop my pen, actually drop it.

"OH MY GOD!" I yell.

He nods.

"It's done! It's everywhere!" He says.

"Lord!" I say.

I haven't seen him as happy as when everyone he was trying to convince said that slave labor was wrong. There are still racists after all.....

"This is—this is so amazing!" I say.

He nods, jumping up and down in glee.

"That's one big step...," I say.

"About time it was taken!" He says.

I smile.

"But seriously! How didn't you know about the speech Obama gave?" He asks.

I shrug.

"I had a lot to do," I say.

He looks at me.

"How much is a lot then?" He asks.

I sigh and take my pen.

"A few pages," I say.

"C'mon! It's summer! Take a fucking break," he says.

"I can't. It's an important one," I say.

He laughs.

"Why can't they let you go for a summer?" He asks.

"Because I work," I say.

"You don't have to do so much. If you do more, you will get gray hair," he says.

"I already have some," I say.

"Come on! Take a break! It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming," he says.

"And I want death," I say.

"Less or more than normally?" He asks.

"Less," I say.

"That's great! Come on, let's go outside for a moment! How much extra do you have?" He asks.

I look through them.

"About 29 pages?" I say.

"Dear Lord, even James knows when to fucking stop. Please, Alex... take a moment! We just became legal all around the United States of America, we could get married this moment in any one of the states and go somewhere without being scared of it not being legal," he says, talking almost as much as I do.

"Dear Lord, John," I say.

"You know I'm big on activism!" He says.

Of course I know that.

"Yeah, everyone who has talked to you once knows that," I say.

The bell rings and John goes to open.

"Holy shit who invited half of the group," John says.

I laugh.

"I did," Gilbert says.

"Laf.... just because you have the keys doesn't mean you can just barge in with like ten people—," John says.

"We have your turtle book," James says.

"Never mind, you are forgiven!" John says.

I sigh and get up. As soon as I see the people, I hiss,

"Jeffershit."

"Hamilthot."

John and Angelica look at each other.

"Alex, not today," John says.

"Thomas... no fighting please," Angelica says.

"Mon amour, je comprends—," Gilbert says.

"I swear the three of you always fight! Burr! I expect better!" James says.

"Sorry," Aaron says, looking down slightly.

Jeffershit and I continue our staring contest.

"Thomas—," James starts.

"Don't get more involved, trust me," Peggy says.

"Fine....," James says.

He gets a coughing fit yet again.

"James. Are you okay?" Maria asks.

"Y-Yeah," James says.

"I don't think you are, you have been coughing even more than normally," Eliza says.

"Honey, it's fine," James says.

"I'll get you water," John says.

"I can do that myself tha—," James says.

"Nonsense!" John says, already walking away.

"We came to ask—," Aaron starts.

"If you would like to join us for a dinner to celebrate the engagement," Gilbert says.

"Who is marrying who?" I ask.

"We're getting married," Aaron says.

Gilbert just smiles slightly.

"No fucking way!" I say.

"Who proposed?" Eliza asks.

"Eliza, mon ami.... do you know Aaron?" Gilbert asks.

"Where did you propose?" Thomas asks.

"He insisted it had to be dramatic," Aaron says.

"In front of the White House, admittedly, fairly far away but still," Maria says.

"Aka when Obama stopped speaking I did it, didn't waste a sig-it's breath isn't it?" Gilbert asks.

"Why won't you propose to me?" I ask John.

"Me? Why is it on me here?" He asks.

"You took that when you asked me out!" I say.

He sigh.

"Maybe because you won't take a goddamn break for long enough for me to say your name?" He asks.

"Marry each other already," Thomas says.

"That's what I'm telling him!" I say.

"Okay, okay. Alex, I don't have a ring—," John says.

"No need I'll buy it myself," I say.

"But will you marry me now that it's legal and you aren't working your ass off?" He asks.

"Of course!" I say.

"Oh Goddarnit, now I have to find a way to be more dramatic with our anniversaries!" Gilbert says.

"Try me, I'll always go better," I say.

He laughs.

"Mon ami... no, you will not," he says.

"I am your theatre buddy! Of course I can top you!" I say.

"Alex, you really can't, I'm the most dramatic you get," Gilbert says.

"Stop figh—," Angelica says.

Both Gilbert and I start laughing.

"I love you. You know that?" I ask.

"Cheater!" John jokes.

"Oh marde, we have been caught."

"You what?" Aaron asks.

Gilbert is about to say that it's a joke when Aaron laughs.

"You're all looking at me like I shot someone. Come on, I can have a sense of humour!" He says.

I take him into a hug.

"Welcome to the family, Aaron," I say.

He freezes up.

"Family?"

"Yeah! I know you haven't been included for long, not as long as most of us at least.... we are your non-biological family now," I say.