Alexander opened his laptop and was greeted by a notification from the school telling him the time of his tour would be at 6:00 pm and his guide would be Aaron Burr. Alex made a mental note of both the time and the name of the guide, then opened a new document and began to write about the school. About an hour later Alex heard the click of the door unlocking, then heard boisterous laughter coming from the main room. He jumped up, saving his document and and going out to the main room.

Each one of the three boys was taller than Alexander by a lot, he had to look up at all of them. The first boy was the tallest, his body lanky, but muscular at the same time. He had deep caramel skin, a small shadow of a beard, and a puff of dark hair piled on top of his head. The second boy was only a couple inches shorter than the first, but had at least double the muscle. He had deep chocolate skin and eyes to match, his face was kind and comforting, a contrast to his body. He had a gray beanie on, along with a red and gold varsity jacket. The third boy stood a couple inches taller than Alexander. His face was splattered with freckles, along with his shirt, which appeared to be splattered with paint. He had hair that was to his shoulders, like Alex's, but it was pulled into a messy, curly ponytail at the base of his neck.

Alexander was a bit overwhelmed, and he looked with wide eyes at the paper with his roommate's names on it.

“Who's this kid?” The one with the varsity jacket asked quietly.

“A-are you Marie-Joseph Pa-”

Alexander was interrupted when the tallest boy spoke up. “Oui, oui mon amie, je m’appele Lafayette!”

Alex's eyes widened in excitement when he realized one of his roommates spoke French. He didn't get the chance to respond before the shortest of the three piped up.

“Oh c'mon Laf, the paper said he was from the Caribbean, he probably doesn't speak English, let alone French!”

“John, you can't just say that!” The muscular one said to the curly haired boy.

Alex looked around, overwhelmed but also pissed off.

“Oh s'il te plait. Je parle couramment le français, l'anglais et l'espagnol. Et je m'appelle Alexander, c'est sympa de vous rencontrer Lafayette. [Oh please. I can speak French, English, and Spanish fluently. And my name is Alexander, it's nice to meet you Lafayette.]” Alex said pointedly, smirking when all three of the boys’ jaws dropped. He crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow at the one he presumed was named John.

Lafayette began to laugh, being the only other one to understand what Alex had said.

“What the hell did he say?” John asked.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” Alex said, looking at Lafayette and grinning.

“Holy shit.” The one named Hercules spoke up. “What's your name man?”

“Alexander Hamilton.” Alex said, trying to stand taller.

“Hercules Mulligan, Herc to whoever doesn't think I'm a god. Can I call you Alex?” The bulkier guy asked, sticking a hand out for Alex. Alex shook it slowly.

“I've always just been called Alexander, but sure, you can call me Alex.” Alex said.

“I'm John, John Laurens.” The shortest of the three said, finally picking his jaw up off the ground.

Alex took his hand and shook it. “Next time, I'd rather you not assume I don't speak English just because I'm a Caribbean immigrant. Thats incredibly rude, not to mention, racist as fuck.” Alex said, glaring slightly at John.

“I know it is - I just - when Laf came from France he spoke no English. I just assumed that you wouldn't either. God I'm such an ass, I'm sorry.” John said, face turning bright red.

“Yeah you are kind of an ass. But you're forgiven. I don't want to make enemies before I have any friends.” Alex chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Lafayette and Hercules began to laugh, while Alex and John both blushed madly.

“So Alex I assume you found the bed that's yours?” Hercules asked. “Sorry about leaving you with John, but Laf and I can't stand the smell of his turtles.”

Alex chuckled and shrugged, realizing that was what was in the plastic tote John had brought in and set by the door. “I grew up by the ocean, I'll be ok.”

“I bet where you lived was beautiful, why'd you move to the shithole that is New York?” John asked.

Alex ducked his head, suddenly feeling two inches tall. “I'd rather not say.” He said softly, chewing his bottom lip.

“We are sorry we upset you mon amie.” Laf said, putting a hand on Alex's shoulder. Alex couldn't help but flinch away, he wasn't really used to being touched.  

“I-it's okay.” He stuttered, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. He looked back up to see his roommates sort of huddled around him. He blinked rapidly, trying to push away the vividly gruesome flashbacks of home.

“So, Alex, what are you studying? What's your focus?” Herc piped up, trying desperately to change the subject.

“Uh… I'm here on an academic scholarship, so I guess academics. I do a lot of writing.” Alex said, a small smile making its way back onto his face.

“You're the first one in this dorm to be here for academics.” Laf said. “Herc and I are here for athletics, and John is an artist.”

“That explains the paint splatters.” Alex mumbled, looking over at John. “They match your freckles.” Alex said with a blush, stepping a little closer.

John looked down at his shirt. “I guess I forgot to change before I drove up.” He shrugged.

Laf burst out laughing. “You act like you accidentally wore that shirt. If I know you, you purposely picked the splattered shirt.”

John blushed. “Guilty. Not my fault I care more about my looks than you bums.”

“Hey! I put a solid minute into picking out these clothes!” Herc exclaimed, gesturing at his body.  

Alex giggled. He had never been around such comraderie. He could get used to it.

Ew I hate this. Just a filler chapter I guess. At least you've met the roommates I guess.

Stay fiery loves. 😘🔥