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Alexander Hamilton walked through the busy halls, his schedule clutched in his hand. This was nothing like the little high school he went to in the Caribbean. Then again, this is New York. What did he expect? The people here were richer, had higher expectations. And he was determined to beat those expectations no matter what.

After bumping into a few people and apologizing multiple times, he finally reached his dorm. He was hoping to dorm by himself to get more time to write and study, but he knew that he'd have to tolerate at least a few other people sleeping in the same space as him. With a shaky hand, he unlocked his dorm and opened the door.

The dorm was graciously large, something that was foreign to Alex. There were two bunk beds with an extra bed in the corner. Alex particularly took notice of the desk next to one of the bunks. He would be spending a lot of time there, that was for sure. Another thing he noticed was the extra bed already had a bag on it. Which meant someone else was already here.

Alex placed his bag on the bottom bunk of one of the bunk beds, beginning to unpack his things. He didn't have much. Some clothes, toothbrush and hairbrush, deodorant, his anxiety pills, the Kings College hoodie he bought in the front office, and his bunny stuffed animal his mother made him. It wasn't much, but it was a sense of home for him. And he hoped no one would call him a baby for the stuffed animal.

While Alex was unpacking, he heard the bathroom door open. He turned around, and immediately recognized the person. Aaron Burr. He heard brief conversations about him in the halls. Apparently, he was a very smart kid. Like, stupidly smart. Alex never really listened to rumors or whispers, but he couldn't stop himself. And luckily, Aaron was also a nice person. So he heard.

“...Are you Aaron Burr, sir?”

Alex blurted out before he could stop himself, realizing he might sound dumb. Aaron cracked a small smile, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. I'm Aaron Burr. You must be one of my roommates.”

Aaron said, his voice calm and collected, a stark contrast to Alex's own adrenaline filled voice. Aaron reached his hand out for a handshake, still having a small- yet professional- smile on his face. It seemed like he was hiding himself or wearing a mask of some sort. Alex shook his hand, still studying the man. He has dark, mysterious eyes and a dark cacao skin color. He was wearing a dark purple waist coat with a black undershirt and pants. He had a very professional and calm look to him, something Alex lacked.

“Alexander Hamilton. You can call me Alex.”

Alex introduced himself, smiling back at Aaron. In front of Aaron, Alex suddenly felt that he was underdressed in his baggy T-shirt and lazily put on sweatpants. But before Aaron could speak more (which he didn't seem like he was going to anyway), and before Alex could start ranting like he always did, someone burst into the room holding a bag. The man was very large and strong. He had warm brown eyes with a similar complexion as Aaron, if not maybe slightly darker. He had a grey beanie on, along with a white tank top and black jeans.

“THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED!”

The man yelled before tossing his bags onto the bunk above Alex's. He had just arrived and he made something quite clear. This guy was loud. Which was going to be a problem with Alex.

“I do not believe there was a party going on in the first place-”

Aaron started, before another person followed the loud man into the dorm. This guy, in contrast to the other man, was slimmer, but definitely not skinny. He had warm brown skin with dark eyes much like Aaron, but way more lively. He had a fluffy, curly dark brown afro that was neatly kept into a ponytail. He had a slight stubble that accentuated his sharp jawline. He was wearing a white cropped tank top with some sort of drink logo on it along with a nice brown jacket off the shoulders, paired with low cut light blue jeans and an expensive looking pair of sunglasses. He had a bag in his hand as he walked in.

“Hercules, Mon ami, calm down. You are going to frighten our roommates.”

He said, his French accent thick. He set his bag down on the bunk adjacent to Hercules, leaving only the bottom bunk across from Alex's open. The french man finally acknowledged Alex's existence, giving a warm and friendly smile. He nudged Hercules and stepped towards Alex.

“Seems you have met Aaron. Je suis Lafayette, à votre service.”

Lafayette said, raising his sunglasses with a sly wink, giving a dramatic bow. Hercules just chuckled at his friend's boldness, rolling his eyes in a playful manner.

“I'm Hercules Mulligan, aka the best tailor in all of New York.”

Hercules said, flexing his arms to show off his massive biceps, though Alex was paying more attention to his words. This guy was a tailor!? He couldn't believe it. Instead of boxing or playing football, he was sewing clothes. Alex was bewildered.

“I'm Alexander Hamilton, but just call me Alex.”

Alex said, giving a smile to the two. As Hercules and Lafayette began to unpack, the door was kicked open. Neither of the three looked up, but Alex did. Suddenly, a man was standing at the doorway with a bag in each hand.

Alex took some time to examine the newcomer. He had light caramel skin with tons of freckles on his face and Alex could only assume his entire body. His hair was a warm brown and very curly, and pulled into a messy ponytail. He had a muscular build, and was slightly taller than Alex. He was wearing a dark red zip up hoodie with light grey sweatpants. Alex seemed to get lost in his captivating green eyes, not sure either to feel grateful or envious.

The newcomer dropped his bags and closed the door, his gaze never leaving Alex's. He wasn't judging him or even shocked, but more of an admiring look to him. After what seemed like centuries, Alex spoke up.

“I assume you're our last roommate. I'm Alexander Hamilton, but you can call me Alex.”

Alex said with a friendly smile, and couldn't help but put a little charm to it. The man paused for a moment before stepping forward and put his hand out for a handshake.

“...Hi, I'm gay-”

They both froze and the man's face reddened. Alex grabbed his hand as the man tried to frantically correct himself.

“Ah-! I meant John…. Johnathan Laurens. I-I didn't mean gay- my name's not gay.”

Alex chuckled as they both pulled their hands away, amused by the entire situation. It also seemed like Lafayette was too, because he was currently dying from laughter on his bunk bed. John took notice of that and frowned deeply.

“...S-Shut up! You faguette!”

John said, directed towards Lafayette. Lafayette smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at him.

“At least I don't become stuttering mess in front of handsome man, mon chéri.”

This made John's face redden more, and he just grumbled in response. Alex froze again. Were they calling him handsome? No woman, let alone man, had ever put the word handsome into his vocabulary. He wasn't used to all this flirting.

John took his bags and placed them onto the bed across from Alex's, beginning to unpack along with the rest of them.

Alex couldn't help but wonder if John felt the same spark when they shook hands, the way John looked into his eyes. Alex felt his mind running a mile a minute. Alex had always thought he was straight, but he was now starting to consider something different.

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Lafayette walked next to Alex in the busy hall, shoving through people respectfully. Alex had been the subject of bullying for a long time in school, but the mean things they'd say to Lafayette about his accent and broken English was just cruel. Especially since French was such a beautiful language.

“Ah, here we arrive!”

Lafayette said as he led Alex into a large classroom, people scattered around talking to others. The teacher had yet to enter the class, leaving the students to sit wherever. Lafayette sat with Alex in the front and center, perfect for Alex to focus better.

“How are you liking college, Monsieur Hamilton?”

Lafayette asked, setting his notebook on the center of his desk. Alex thought for a moment, trying to decide if having a crisis about his sexuality was ‘liking college’. He nodded and smiled, not wanting to start unnecessary drama.

“It's pretty good, Monsieur Lafayette.”

Alex said, a hint of teasing when he addressed him with the formal French. Lafayette's smile widened as he responded.

“Oui, I agree. But…did you see the way John looking at you?”

Lafayette said, his voice turning into a whisper. Alex felt his heartbeat quicken, but he masked it with a confused expression.

“What do you mean? How was he looking at me?”

Lafayette leaned in, almost like he was telling a secret. His voice dropped lower, and he smirked.

“Do not tell me you are naive. He was totally entranced by you. Like, big fat crush.”

Alex could feel his cheeks start to redden, and Lafayette noticed. Lafayette's smirk got bigger.

“...W-What? No…maybe he was just surprised I was there.”

Alex said, hoping he sounded convincing. Lafayette just rolled his eyes.

“Mon ami, do not try that with moi. I know-”

Before Lafayette could finish, the door opening interrupted him, much to Alex's relief. The entire class went silent as their attention turned to the door.

A tall, muscular man walked in, his footsteps loud in the quiet classroom. He had darker tan calloused skin with thick dark brown eyebrows and a bald head along with no facial hair. He had dark brown eyes and a serious, stoic look on his face. He was wearing a professional black waistcoat with a white undershirt and black pants. You could faintly see scars from the slight skin showing. He had a stern, yet protective aura about him. Alex assumed he was the teacher.

“Alright class, settle down. My name is Professor Washington, and I will be your history teacher for the rest of the year. Now, let's start with today's lesson.”

Mr. Washington said, his voice deep and firm, with a hint of a virginian accent to it. He began with calling attendance, reading off each name of the people in class. After that, he began with the basic first day stuff in US history.

About halfway through the lesson, someone interrupted Mr. Washington. A man walked in, his book lazily in his hand.

“What’d I miss?”

The man said, flashing a charming smile. Alex could swear he heard some of the girls start to swoon. The man had a strong virginian accent. Mr. Washington sighed quietly in annoyance.

“The entire first half of the lesson, Mr. Thomas Jefferson. Take a seat.”

Mr. Washington said, gesturing to the seats. Thomas went and had a seat. He had a fluffy, dark brown afro similar to Lafayette's if he took it out of his ponytail. He had a beard growing on his warm, hazelnut colored skin. He had dark, sinister looking brown eyes. He had a tall, muscular build to him. He was wearing a shirt with the french flag on it with a magenta sweater on and black, baggy jeans.

Alex observed Thomas for a little too long than intended, and Thomas took notice. Thomas sent Alex a sharp glare, obviously judging him, making Alex look away fast. Alex could tell they wouldn't get along.

As class ended, the students all rushed out of the class. Alex lingered, wanting to ask Mr. Washington about the homework assignment. But before he could speak, someone else did.

“Georgie!”

Someone said, their voice rather high pitched with a prominent British accent. Then, a man appeared. He had white hair that was curled with hypnotizing blue eyes and pale skin. He was rather skinny, wearing a fancy dark red suit with gold jewelry and detailing. He had a fluffy, white scarf along with it. He looked very materialistic and frankly spoiled.

“Don't call me that, Mr. Fredrick.”

Mr. Washington said, his voice as stern as ever. The British man just laughed and walked closer.

“That's Mr. William Frederick to you, Georgie. Or just King George, if that tickles your fancy.”

King George said, adding a sensual wink. At this point, Alex was very confused. “What the actual fuck is going on???” He thought as he stood there awkwardly. Mr. Washington just sighed and continued writing on his papers.

“Don't you have a class to attend to?”

Mr. Washington said firmly, not looking up from his papers. King George just huffed and turned away dramatically.

“Fine, I'll leave you be. I suppose my students shouldn't be alone with firearms after all.”

King George said dramatically, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. Mr. Washington finally looked up, looking concerned. King George noticed and giggled.

“I'll be back, soon you'll see.”

King George said as he walked out. Mr. Washington sighed again, then saw Alex standing there.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting. You may speak now, Alexander.”

Mr. Washington said, giving a small nod. Alex collected his thoughts, beginning to talk.

“Well, your Excellency, I just wanted to ask if there was any extra credit for the assignment.”

Alex asked, holding his notes in his hands. Despite this being the first assignment, he wanted to ace it with extra credit. Mr. Washington looked up, a bit confused.

“Alexander, this is the first assignment. You don't need extra credit.”

Mr. Washington said, his stern voice hinting at a bit of amusement. Before Alex could explain his master plan for perfect A's, he spoke again.

“Look, I can tell you want to surpass your expectations. But it's just as important to let loose and have fun than it is to get good grades.”

Mr. Washington started, his expression softening. Alex opened his mouth and began to argue, but Mr. Washington interrupted him.

“Don't spend your entire college life locked away in your dorm just to secure a ‘perfect’ future. From what I learned, perfect doesn't exist.”

Mr. Washington explained, Alexander going instantly quiet. He wouldn't admit, but he had a point. Alex spent so much time writing at a desk that he forgot how to have fun as a kid. Mr. Washington noticed his silence, his expression softening even more.

“Remember this one thing, son. History has its eyes on you.”

Alex's eyes widened at this, taking in the information. Mr. Washington's wisdom was a nice change of Alex's life, just assuming and going day by day. It almost reminded Alex of his father, or what he wanted his father to be. That thought filled Alex with a sense of sadness, but he quickly covered it with indifference.

“Alright, your Excellency. Thank you.”

Alex said before turning to leave, pushing back the tears that wanted to fall at the thought of his absent father. Before Alex reached the door, Mr. Washington called out to him.

“Alexander, wait.”

Alex paused, looking back at Mr. Washington. He hoped Mr. Washington wouldn't notice his eyes becoming glassy.

“You don't have to call me ‘Your Excellency’. You can just call me Washington.”

Washington said, his expression softening. He smiled, though it was small and faint. Alex couldn't help but smile as well.

“Okay, Washington. I'll see you tomorrow.”

Alex said softly, smiling. As Alex walked out, the image of Washington's small smile stayed in his mind. He wanted to make him proud, like a son trying to impress his father. It was something he never felt before, and it was both unpleasant and refreshing.

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TW: indicated pay gorn???

The dorm room was quiet, the only sound was the sound of Alex typing on his computer. It's been about three hours and fifteen cups of coffee. Though, this peace would be short-lived.

With a BAM, the door kicked open, slamming against the wall. Alex flinched and almost fell out of his chair, catching his cup of coffee before it tumbled onto the ground.

“YO, YO, YO! IT'S TIME TO GET WASTED!”

Hercules yelled, walking into the dorm. Behind him was Lafayette and John, both holding boxes of beer and whiskey. They both placed them on the floor, sitting around them like kindergartners.

“Hey, Alex, you gonna join us?”

John asked, giving a smirk. Alex let out a deep sigh, looking at John. He wanted to say no, to say that he needed to work, but for some reason, he couldn't say no to this. Not when John was looking at him like that.

“...Fine, fine.”

The group erupted into happy cheers, basically dragging Alex to the floor with them. They opened the beer and whiskey boxes, putting the bottles around. Alex was a bit nervous, being that he's never had alcohol before, plus they're all under legal drinking age and he's also never broken a law before. But, if this is what his friends want to do, then he's not going to spoil their fun.

As the night went on, they all got pretty tipsy. Well, except Aaron, who stayed sober just to make sure they wouldn't light the dorm on fire. Once Lafayette and Hercules were completely wasted and started making out, but it quickly turned into trying to eat each other's faces, Aaron had to step in. He took the two and dragged them out of the dorm, taking them to the nearest bathroom that wasn't their own because he would NOT be cleaning throw up off their toilet. That left John and Alex in the dorm alone.

John and Alex both were a little tipsy, not drunk off their asses but still drunk nonetheless. They sat in awkward silence for a few moments before Alex spoke up.

“Y'know, this is my first time drinking.”

Alex said, his words slightly slurred together. John raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

“Really? Well, congrats. Your first time being drunk.”

John said, playfully raising his half empty glass of beer in the air in a fake toast. Alex chuckled and raised his own, clinking them together.

“To late nights and future hangovers.”

John said playfully, taking a swig of his beer. Alex followed suit, finishing his bottle of whiskey with a smirk. There was another silence, one less awkward. The tension grew between them as they stared into each other's eyes- a silent understanding of some sort. Then, John stood up.

“I'm getting pretty tired, not gonna lie.”

John said, though there was no tiredness in his voice. He offered a hand for Alex to stand too. Alex took his hand and stood up, the touch lingering for a moment too long.

“Yeah, same. Maybe we should end it here, huh?”

Alex said, though like John, his voice carried no tiredness in it. They both knew that they were lying, but didn't dare to speak of it. Another silence. They stood, looking into each other's eyes, as if they'd known each other for their entire lives.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?”

Alex blurted, his voice quieter and more sincere. Alex's face dusted with pink, not meaning to say something so blunt. But, you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.

“Beautiful?...I've never been described as beautiful, but I appreciate the compliment.”

John said, a smirk tugging at his lips. He took a step forward, now only inches away from him. Alex could feel his heartbeat quicken, his face burning up even more. He wanted to reach out, take his hand or something, kiss that playful smirk right off his face…

“Sorry, wrong choice of words. I should've said-...”

Alex stopped, realizing he was saying too much. But, to John's pleasure, he finished for him.

“What? Hot? Incredibly handsome? Irresistible, even?”

John said, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. He leaned in, his face teasingly close to Alex's, still a smirk on his face. He was enjoying this.

“...Maybe all of them.”

Alex said, his voice also now a whisper. Their breaths mingled in the air together, their noses touching. John's hands placed comfortably on Alex's waist, causing Alex's breath to hitch. Alex's hands rested on John's shoulders, almost to ground himself. Then, almost as if they've been waiting their entire lives, their lips crashed together in a deep, passionate kiss. Alex's hands moved to John's jaw, pulling him impossibly closer.

John reluctantly pulled away after a moment, both of them breathing heavily from the intense kiss. Alex's face was flushed, and John smirked, a loving look in his eyes.

“Damn…you kinda suck at kissing.”

John teased playfully, causing Alex to slap his chest gently.

“Oh shut up…”

Alex whispered back, still catching his breath. They both knew Alex could never actually be mad at John.

“Maybe I should teach you how to kiss like a real man.”

John whispered in a sultry tone, smirking. Alex's eyes widened slightly, feeling his pants suddenly get uncomfortably tighter. That said, John pulled Alex into another messy, passionate kiss. John pulled Alex onto his bed, their lips still intertwined as Alex sat on top of him. John pulled away slightly, and in one swift motion he removed his hoodie and shirt, revealing his toned and jacked torso. Alex swallowed hard, running his hands down John's abs.

John smirked, pulling Alex's hoodie over his head and off him. Alex began to take his shirt off, but John stopped him.

“You sure you wanna do this? I don't wanna force you into anything.”

John asked, looking into Alex's eyes. Alex's features softened, seeing the slight concern in his expression.

“I'm absolutely sure.”

Alex responded, smiling. John returned the smile, but it quickly turned into a smirk as he helped Alex remove his shirt. They interlocked into another heated kiss, their bare chests touching.

The time passed, the passion and heat only growing. Alex would describe that night as the best night of his life. Now, they lay together, the sun shining faintly through the blinds. Alex had his bunny stuffed animal clutched to his chest, with John big spooning him from behind. The moment was peaceful as John traced lazy patterns on Alex's arm.

“I think it's cute you still sleep with a stuffed animal.”

John said softly, his eyes still closed. Alex gripped his stuffed animal tighter, letting out a small sigh.

“It's…a long story.”

Alex said quietly, memories of his mother filling his mind. He didn't like to dwell on things, especially things that brought him sadness. John seemed to notice, planting a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

“Hey, I'm not making fun of you.”

John said softly, his face nuzzled into Alex's silky black hair. John let out a content sigh, enjoying being close to him. Alex smiled, relaxing against John's body.

“We should probably get up soon. Laf and Herc will be here any minute.”

Alex mumbled, not making an effort to move. John groaned softly, holding Alex closer against his chest.

“Can't. I'm too comfortable.”

John said, a smirk pulling at his lips. Alex rolled his eyes light heartedly, letting out a huff of fake annoyance.

“You're so lazy.”

Alex teased lightly, unable to hold back a small smile. John opened his eyes and smirked down at him.

“You love it.”

John whispered, causing Alex to roll his eyes again. John leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips. Alex leaned into his touch, then the dorm room door opened.

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Aaron paused at the scene in front of him, not the least bit surprised. Lafayette and Hercules rushed past him, not seeing Alex and John in bed together over their own groans.

John jumped up, letting go of Alex. He pulled the covers up to cover his bare body, absolutely horrified at the fact that they were caught. Alex sat up, partially hiding under the covers.

“Augh, Mon Dieu! This hangover is killing me!”

Lafayette groaned, currently being held- bridal style- by Hercules, who looked like he was suffering himself. Aaron, who had witnessed Alex and John being gay in bed, had already backed out and left before Hercules or Lafayette even saw.

Then, Hercules actually processed the fact that their two best friends were in bed together, and dropped Lafayette. Lafayette yelped as he hit the ground.

“Ah! Hercules, espèce de salaud-”

Lafayette stopped, noticing the current scene in front of them as he stood. Hercules followed suit with Aaron, backing out of the room.

“I-Its not what it looks like!”

Alex said, a bit panicked as he scrambled to get his clothes. Lafayette smirked, crossing his arms, his hangover temporarily forgotten.

“I knew you look homosexual, mon ami.”

Lafayette said, causing Alex to freeze and his face to burn up again. Lafayette saw his reaction and laughed, John groaning and grabbing his own clothes.

“You can't be talking, you're literally in love with all of us.”

John grumbled, pulling his shirt on. Alex continued to collect his scattered clothes, putting them on in a rush.

“That just playful flirting. I never going to marry any of you, se détendre. ”

Lafayette said with a wink, John groaning and rolling his eyes in response. Alex stood from the bed to button his pants up, John still laying down.

“Well, ignoring the intense gayness going in this room, I came to tell you two about the party at Schuyler's sisters house next Saturday.”

Lafayette said, gesturing vaguely. John sat up to look at him, a bit intrigued now. Meanwhile Alex was a bit confused.

“The Schuylers sisters? Who are they?”

The two turned to look at Alex, shocked he didn't know the three sisters. They were pretty well known around the college, being the three prettiest girls here.

“The Schuyler sisters are the best looking girls in the ENTIRE college! They have every man competing for their attention. I myself have been flirting with Mademoiselle Peggy.”

Lafayette explained dramatically and matter of factly, looking lovestruck just thinking about them. John nodded in agreement, now sitting up on his bed.

“Plus, their dad is loaded. Real wealthy. So their parties are always fun.”

John added, now standing from the bed. Lafayette looked more than enthusiastic, obviously excited for the party. John, unlike Lafayette, still looked tired and the tiniest bit amused. Lafayette grabbed Alex's hand.

“I must introduce you to them! They stay just next door!”

Lafayette said, already dragging Alex out the door. John followed behind, stretching as he walked. The three walked down the hall, Lafayette leading the way to the Schuyler sisters dorm.

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Lafayette, still dragging Alex through the hall with John following, stopped in front of a door, knocking on it. A few moments later, a voice could be heard from the other side.

“Come in!”

With that, Lafayette opened the door and led Alex and John inside the dorm, closing the door behind him.

The inside was just as big as their dorm, with three separate beds. Each bed had different things on them, likely decorations. The far left bed had colorful lights and various band posters. The middle bed had lots of fluffy pillows and some stickers stuck to the wall. The bed on the far right had a bookshelf with lots of books, a neat bed and some posters of different plays.

On the far left bed sat a girl, presumably one of the Schuyler sisters.

The girl had light to medium caramel skin with dark brown curly hair secured into a high ponytail. She had warm brown eyes that were filled with energy and playfulness. She had colorful makeup on that complimented her bright attributes. She was wearing a pale yellow off-the-shoulder knitted dress with long puffed sleeves. The dress featured a wide ribbed neckline with a white ribbon threaded through and tied into a bow on one side. The hem was trimmed with delicate white ruffles.

The girl was currently painting while sitting on her bed, sitting on multiple pieces of newspaper to make sure the paint doesn't stain her blankets. She looked up from her art and saw the three in the doorway.

“Lafayette! You came to visit!”

The girl said, jumping off her bed. She carefully removed her paint covered gloves and placed them on the newspapers. She rushed over, noticing John and Alex.

“Oh! And you brought your friends! John and…”

The girl stopped herself, her friendly gaze stopping on Alex. Alex smiled awkwardly, then Lafayette spoke up.

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle Peggy. This, Alexander Hamilton, but he goes by Alex.”

Peggy smiled warmly, giving Alex an excited wave. Peggy had this energetic, child-like wonder to her, the type of person able to brighten a room just by being there. Alex smiled back, giving a small wave in return.

“Hi! I'm Peggy, the youngest Schuyler sister! And the prettiest!”

Peggy whispered that last part playfully, giggling after. Alex chuckled at that, his smile genuine. Peggy was the total opposite from Alex- carefree, childish, innocently happy- it was refreshing.

“I'm just kidding! All my sisters are equally beautiful!”

Peggy said proudly, clearly very fond of her sisters. Lafayette smiled, almost looking nervous and flustered, something Alex has never seen him be. John also smiled, happy at the sight of Alex finding more friends.

Peggy turned to talk to Lafayette, Lafayette seemingly forgetting to introduce the rest of the sisters to Alex. Alex looked around the room, and he noticed another girl sitting on the far right bed. His eyes widened.

This girl had warm brown soft-looking skin, with dark eyes filled with intelligence and wits. She had a sharp jaw, and clearly a sharper mind. She had curly, fluffy dark brown hair that fell from her neat ponytail over her shoulders, creating a naturally elegant look. She was wearing a black bomber jacket over a maroon-pinkish turtleneck shirt and a darker maroon pleated skirt. The jacket had two pockets on the front. It seemed she was completely interested in her book.

The girl looked up, meeting Alex's gaze. There was a spark between them, a quiet understanding. The girl closed her book and sat up on her bed, not breaking the gaze with Alex. Alex smiled charmingly, walking over to her bed.

“Why, hello there, miss. I'm Alexander Hamilton, at your service.”

Alex said with a slight bow, taking the girl's hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. The girl raised an eyebrow, her lips curled upwards into an amused smile.

“Angelica Schuyler.”

Angelica said simply as Alex let go of her hand. She gestured for him to sit beside her on her bed, still smiling faintly. Alex sat down carefully, being respectful about her personal space.

“Where's your family from?”

Angelica asked curiously, tilting her head to the side. Alex paused, his smile faltering slightly. Would he tell the truth? That he lived on a small island in the Caribbean until a hurricane destroyed it? No, that sounded pathetic. He would tell her, eventually, but not now.

“That's…unimportant. There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait.”

Alex said with dramatics, adding a wink. Angelica chuckled softly, finding him avoiding the question to be amusing. To her, Alex was like a cute little puppy, trying to charm her like every other man. But, he was definitely different. He had a smart mind and loud mouth, similar to Angelica.

Angelica and Alex continued to talk, the conversation coming naturally. With the same opinions and interests, it was easy to talk to each other. It was the first time Alex was able to express himself in this college.

John watched from afar, crossing his arms. He was standing there awkwardly, with Lafayette talking to Peggy and Alex talking to Angelica, he was left alone. He watched Angelica and Alex bond, and something grew inside of him. Something that closely resembled jealousy or envy. He tried to push it down, telling himself that he and Alex aren't even dating yet. But there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that he wasn't enough, that he was going to be replaced.

After a few more minutes, someone else walked in. A girl, presumably the third Schuyler sister. They all looked up, noticing the new arrival.

This girl had fair, pale skin with long, silky black hair. She had black eyes that were filled with care and enthusiasm. She was wearing jeans that are dark wash with flared legs. The jeans have a high waist and a belt with a large buckle. Her top was a light blue, long-sleeved shirt with a ruffled neckline. She was holding a big bag that slung around her right shoulder and a drink in her other hand.

“I'm back from soccer practice!”

The girl said, kicking her sneakers off. She placed the bag near the door before noticing the guests in her dorm. She didn't seem very surprised about Lafayette and John, but her eyes locked onto Alex's. He could've sworn his heart went ‘boom’.

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Alex stared at the girl for another moment, his heart rate quickening. A smile tugged at his face before Angelica stood from the bed, Alex following suit. Angelica led Alex to the girl, keeping a light grip on his arm.

“This is my sister, Eliza.”

Angelica introduced, gesturing to Eliza. Eliza smiled warmly, putting her hand out for a handshake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Eliza said softly, smiling with enthusiasm. Alex took her hand, shaking it gently. Her skin was warm and soft. He liked it.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Alex said, flashing a charming grin. Eliza dropped her hand, pink dusting lightly onto her cheeks.

“Well, I should get going. Mom is expecting me for tea later.”

Angelica said, giving a small, polite head nod. Eliza smiled at her sister, turning her attention away from Alex.

“Alright, then. I'll see you later, Angie.”

Eliza said softly, giving her sister a small wave as Angelica began to put her shoes on. As Angelica left, Eliza called out.

“Tell mom I said hi!”

Eliza said with a smile, causing Angelica to chuckle as she left. That left Eliza, Alex, Lafayette, Peggy and…wait, where's John?

Alex just now noticed that his friend- most likely more than friend- wasn't in the room anymore. Alex looked around for a moment, before his thoughts were taken back to Eliza.

“So, do you happen to be single?”

Eliza asked curiously, making Alex completely forget his lost friend. Alex smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, something about her put him in a trance. He knew he should probably say that he's not available, at least until he figures out what's going on between him and John, but he couldn't seem to get his mind straight.

“I am, actually. What about you?”

Alex said, smirking. Despite the fact Alex was still in love with John, he silently hoped that Eliza was single as well. Eliza smiles, her smile bright.

“I am too.”

Eliza said softly, gently playing with the hem of her shirt. She seemed a bit flustered just being in Alex’s presence. Helpless, even. Alex found it quite cute.

They continued to talk and flirt, a bond growing between the two. Alex got Eliza’s phone number along with both of her sister’s, promising to stay in touch.

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Alex sat at his desk, like he always did, papers askew and scattered around. A forgotten laptop with its screen darkened sat on the desk, Alex's head resting on the desk with his breathing steady and slow. He had started writing for a college paper late in the day and, due to the lack of coffee in his system, had fallen asleep mid-sentence. Who knows how long he slept there for, but by the time he was woken up, it was pitch black outside. He blinked awake, dazed and confused.

“Ugh…what the hell?”

A moment of silence, before a lamp flickered on, revealing a terrifying looking Hercules with scary makeup to make him look like a zombie.

“Boo.”

Alex yelped and fell out of his chair, hitting the ground with a loud “THUMP”.

“AHH WHAT THE FUCK-”

There was a loud eruption of laughter, another light turning on to reveal John and Lafayette in the room as well. John had a black and red suit with fake vampire teeth and makeup to make him look paler with dark circles Alex gets naturally. Lafayette had red devil horns on with a very revealing red corset and fishnets with high heels. Alex stood and stared, extremely confused.

“What is happening…”

He mumbled, looking around in confusion.

“It's Halloween! How long have you been asleep?”

John said, crossing his arms. This has been a recurring issue that John has been pressing Alex to stop doing. Alex shrugged.

“What're you guys dressed up as?”

Alex said, standing from his desk and rubbing his eyes.

“I'm a zombie. Basic but scary.”

Hercules said with a shrug.

“I'm a vampire, if it wasn't obvious enough.”

John said, pointing at his fangs. Alex turned to Lafayette.

“What are you supposed to be?”

Alex asked. Lafayette placed his hands on his hips.

“I'm satan, duh.”

Lafayette said, pointing to his devil horns, as if wearing the sluttiest outfit with devil horns makes him biblically accurate Satan.

“What're you? A workaholic?”

Lafayette said. Alex rolled his eyes.

“Ha ha. Very funny. I don't have a costume. I totally forgot about Halloween."

The three gasped as if Alex just admitted to murder.

“WHAT? We have to dress you up!”

John demanded, grabbing Alex and forcing him into something before he could protest.

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Alex looked in the mirror, his face covered in black and white makeup to make him resemble a skeleton. He stared at himself, his black hair swept into a lazy ponytail, his dark eye bags adding to the scare. Lafayette did most of the makeup, being good at special effect makeup and makeup in general, John was playing with his hair for most of the time, and Hercules…was being Hercules.

“There you go, now you’re ready to trick or treat with us!”

Lafayette said cheerfully. Alex whipped around, almost shocked.

“What? Who said I’m trick or treating with you guys? I still have like, 13 essays to finish!”

Lafayette rolled his eyes, pulling him from his chair. John finally let go of his hair, taking his other hand.

“Too bad, you’re coming with us. Unless you’re scared~.”

John teased, making Alex’s face turn red, partially from the teasing and from how warm and soft John’s hand was in his hand. He squeezed it absent mindedly, huffing to his words.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go with you guys. But mostly for the candy.”

The group cheered, pulling him so abruptly that he thought they’d rip his arms off. He groaned, but went along, secretly happy for the distraction.

After a few hours and walking to different peoples houses and getting candy to fill their bags, they decided to head back to the college dorm. Hercules and Lafayette had already started trading candy and stuffing their faces, while Alex and John laughed and joked together. Even though this was his first halloween with friends, he’d say it was his best halloween he’s ever had.

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Alex laid on his bed, phone in his hand. With all his recent assignments finished he didn’t really have much to do. His fingers hovered over the keyboard on Eliza’s contact, preparing his first text to her. Should he start simple or just go all out? It was a tricky decision. In the end, he decided what to say.

“Hey, it’s Alexander. Just wanted to say hi”

Alexander hit send, a bit anxious about what she would say back. He waited a moment before spotting the typing icon in the corner of his screen. He fidgeted with a strand of his hair, a nervous habit he does often. Then, Eliza responded.

“Hi! :3”

Eliza typed back, making Alexander smile. He made a quick response, his anxiety going down by the second.

“What’re you up to?”

Alex responded, now excitedly pacing around the dorm as they texted.

“Nothing really interesting :/ just boring assignments, wbu?”

Eliza responded. Alex stared at the text for a moment before typing, sitting back down on his bed.

“Not much myself, honestly. Except for texting a beautiful girl ;)”

Alex added, smirking at his own flirting abilities. He waited for a text back confidently, watching the typing icon in anticipation.

“Why thank you, you aren't bad looking yourself :)”

Alex silently celebrated in his head, grateful she didn’t think his flirting was completely bad and cheesy. Alex, with his confidence and ego boosted, continued to flirt with her shamelessly, a bit disappointed he couldn’t see her reaction in real time.

About ten minutes later, Lafayette walked in, his bag slung over his shoulder. He looked pretty exhausted and tired, something he rarely was. Alex looked up, smiling softly at the sight of his french friend.

“Hey, Laf. What’re you-”

Alex stopped himself when he noticed who was following behind him. It was Thomas Jefferson. Thomas walked in with some books lazily in his hand, looking annoyed as it was. He narrowed his eyes when seeing Alex, scowling. Lafayette saw the two looking at each other, smiling and setting his bag down.

“Ah, yes! Alex, this is Thomas.”

Lafayette said cheerfully, gesturing to Thomas. Alex set his phone down and stood from the bed, approaching carefully. Alex extended his hand for a handshake, a bit hesitant. Thomas took his hand, looking Alex up and down, obviously judging him.

“...Hey.”

Thomas said, disgust evident in his voice. Thomas shook Alex’s hand slowly, pulling his hand away quickly and wiping his hand on his coat.

“Hey.”

Alex responded simply, putting his hand by his side. There was an awkward silence between the three, Thomas towering over Alex with a sense of power and arrogance. Lafayette broke the silence, clearing his throat.

“Well, now that introductions are finished, me and Thomas must start studying. But first, I shall shower. Gym was ruthless to-day.”

Lafayette said with certainty, turning to the bathroom without another word. As the bathroom door shut, signalling the leave of Lafayette, Thomas and Alex sat in another awkward silence. Alex backed up and sat back down onto his bed, not very sure what to do. Thomas looked around the dorm, seemingly bored as well. That was, until he spotted something on Alex's bed.

Thomas stepped closer to Alex, a smirking forming on his face. Alex raised an eyebrow, a bit confused and suspicious. It wasn't until Thomas picked up his bunny stuffed animal did he realize what was happening. Alex immediately filled with dread, reaching to grab the stuffed animal from his hands panickedly.

“What's this? You still sleep with a stuffed animal? Ha! What are you, five?”

Thomas said, holding up the bunny out of Alex's grasp. He laughed at seeing Alex's panicked expression, finding his distress amusing.

“Give it back, dickhead!”

Alex attempted to rip it from his hands, successfully grabbing onto the bunny stuffed animal. But, in the process of pulling it back, there was a loud RIP. Alex held the body of his ripped stuffed animal, staring down at it with horror. Thomas's smirk fell immediately, seeing the damage he caused. Before he could say something, Alex had already rushed out of the dorm.

Alex ran down the halls, reluctantly allowing the tears to flow out of him. He ignored all the stares and people, his only focus to find a safe place to sob in peace. He reached the library, relieved to find it empty. He fell to the ground in a corner, clutching his knees to his chest and ducking his head down, the body of his stuffed animal clutched in his shaky hands.

Thomas followed after the sound of Alexander’s footsteps, caring a bit too much than he should. He turned a corner and suddenly Alex was gone. Thomas glanced around, breathing heavily from running. He noticed the library, immediately knowing Alex was in there. He walked in, looking around at the bookshelves and tables.

Alex didn’t look up when he felt a body sit on the ground next to him. He knew exactly who it was. Then there was silence, other than the occasional sniff coming from Alex. It was like that for a while. Thomas eventually leaned closer, beginning to speak.

“...Hey. Look, I don’t really know how to apologize for things, but I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it that far.”

Thomas expressed, his virginian voice unusually soft. Alex looked up, his cheeks stained with tears, his eyes glossy. He wiped his face and blinked at Thomas for a moment, not expecting him to actually mutter the words ‘sorry’. Thomas noticed his silence and decided to continue.

“I mean, I still don’t understand why it’s such a big deal. It’s just a stuffed animal.”

Thomas said, his voice slightly less soft than before. He couldn’t be nice all the time, after all. Alex waited a moment before actually speaking.

“...It’s not like I owe you an explanation or anything, but…the reason I’m so attached to it is because it was the last thing my mother gave me before she…”

Alexander stopped, staring at the ground. Thomas quickly picked up on what he meant, knowing he probably didn’t want to talk about it. He moved closer, gently wrapping an arm around his side from behind. Alex leaned into his touch, lightly leaning against Thomas’s shoulder. There was a comfortable silence as they both sat in each other's warmth, in a situation neither of them thought they’d ever be in.