Alexander's POV
August 12,
Monday,
10:00 am
Here I am New York, a city where "dreams are made".
Doubt it.

I was currently walking to my new school that I managed to get in, Kings college. From what I know it is a very high academic school, meaning I will be able to get the proper education I need. Create a future and move on from the past.

I arrived at the dorms and went inside, soon greeted by a sweet lady at the front desk. I read the tag she had on, " Martha Washington".
"Hello." She greeted, a bright grin printed on her face. "Hi, my name is Alexander Hamilton." I greeted back, giving a small smile in return.
She turned to her computer and started typing, taking a moment to read before handing me a key that read, "1776". "Here is your dorm room key, school will start in about a week." Martha informed.
I nodded and walked to the elevator, my one large suit case rolling by my side.

I arrived at the dorm room and unlocked the door, I was greeted by emptiness. 'Maybe my roommate isn't here yet?' I thought to myself before shrugging and going in.

I looked around the place in curiosity. There was a small kitchen-like area, a bathroom, two tiny bedrooms, and the extra space was basically a living room/work area.

I took my time with unpacking in my room, organizing and fitting things until I was done. As I put my last book on the desk I heard the door opening, 'maybe it's my roommate?' I questioned in my mind as I got up and walked out of my room. There stood a boy who was a few inches shorter than me, who had fluffy curly hair put into a ponytail. He was wearing a dark green turtle neck and dark grey tight jeans. His face was scattered with freckles like the galaxy sky, I honestly bet he had freckles everywhere, even on his-

"Uh hello?" The freckled boy asked. He was looking at me with a confused expression. I stood up straight and cleared my throat, "Hi, I'm Alexander Hamilton, your roommate." I stuck my hand out and walked closer. He smiled, shaking my hand. "John Laurens." John replied, he had a cheerful tint in his tone. Now that I got an ever better look at him, I noticed how feminine his body features were. Cute.

"I already got everything ready for myself if you do not mind," I paused and looked at his two suitcases. "Would you like any help?" I offered. His smile brightened, "that would be nice." He accepted and walked over to the free room. We went in and started setting things up.
As he was putting away his clothes and books, I was putting decorations where he said to put them.

After some time we finished, it honestly looked kinda nice.

(A/N: John's room basically, including a window above the middle of his bookshelf and bed ^)

(A/N: John's room layout, except no turtles sadly ^)

John looked around a little before turning to me and smiling, "Thank you so much for your help! Honestly I don't think I could get the lights up on my own." He giggled.

God that giggle, it sounded like it belonged to an angel.
Wait- what am I saying? I'm straight. Straighter than a line!
Uh... BOOBS!

John snapped in front of my face, bringing me back to reality. "Are you alright?" He asked softly. I nodded in response, "anyways... want to go to Starbucks and get to know each other." John moved on from my weird behavior and offered. "No thanks. I need to start working on a few things." I, tried to, politely dismiss the generous offer and with that, left the room.

Though, I think I heard John let out a whimper.
.
.
.
No, just my imagination.