Alex's POV

The wind whispered into my ears, tussling my hair. Goosebumps covered my arms and legs as I made my way to the building.

There I stood, in front of King's College, the best college in New York, in my personal opinion.

After all the years of working for slave-owners, stealing food to survive, and writing until I passed out, I've finally made it to the place I yearned to be: New York City.

I shivered in excitement, and made my way to the front desk.

Sitting at the desk was a young girl with tan skin and dark curls covering her head. She wore a red tank-top, and short black shorts with black flip-flops. She smacked her wad of gum, blowing a bubble, before catching my eye.

Next to her was a girl who looked about the same, but her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She wore a yellow oversized shirt, with short blue jean shorts and yellow flip-flops.

They gave small smiles, and waved me over. After I had shuffled over with my two packed backpacks, the red girl spat her gum into a tissue, and tossed it into a trash can.

"Welcome to King's College, I'm Maria." She sang, her eyes twinkling. "And I'm Peggy!" The yellow girl yelled, waving at me.

"Alexander Hamilton." I murmured, chuckling at the girls, and watched as Maria grabbed a key from under the desk, handing it to me, a map included with it.

"You're dorm number is 1776, which is awesome, by the way. I have some friends there who'd love to have you." Peggy said, handing me a sticky-note that had the number written on it.

I took the note, giving a quick thanks.

"I'll see you around, Hamilton." Maria finished with a grin, and turned to grab another piece of gum from her desk.

I began to make my way to the dorm, but ended up getting lost and looking around the whole campus before finding the damn room.

I sat in front of the door, my hand folded into a fist, hovering over the door. I hesitated, should I? What if they hate me? What if they despise me? What if they decide to throw ants on my bed because they hate me so much?

What the fu- just knock on the fucking door, Alex.

I pushed the thoughts away, and knocked on the door. After the second knock, a tall man with tan skin and curly black hair opened the door. He sat in front of me, towering over my head.

I examined the tall boy. He wore a white shirt with the French flag imprinted on it. He wore blue gym shorts, and his hair was pulled into a neat ponytail.

"Hello, I'm-"

"Bonjour! You must be Alexander! We've heard about you! Je m'appelle Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette. But, please call me Laf." The man spoke proudly, throwing his hands into the air.

I was surprised at his kindness, for he looked like he was seriously gonna pummel me into the ground. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer." (("Pleasure to meet you." I'm using google translate so feel free to correct me)) I smiled, and watched as Lafayette's face brightened, and he laughed in delight.

"Tu parles Français! Tu parles Français! Enfin, un ami qui parle Français!" (("You speak French! You speak French! Finally, a friend that speaks French!")) He cheered, holding up his fist.

I chuckled, and bumped his fist. "Heureux que nous soyons amis maintenant." (("Glad we're friends now."))

"Come, I'll introduce you to mes amis, and get you settled." The French-y friend said, and grabbed one of my backpacks.

I made my way into the place, and saw a kitchen and living room jointed together. Tile covered the kitchen, and carpet covered the rest of the dorm. Two doors sat near the living room, which I assumed were bedrooms, and a couch sat in the living room.

A man with dark skin sat on the couch, and jumped up when he caught my eye.

"Hercules Mulligan. Nice to meet you, my man." He said, giving me a high-five.

"Charmed." I chuckled, dropping my bag onto the floor.

"If you want, you can set up in your room. I heard that John and you are rooming together." Herc added, grabbing my bag and heading towards one of the doors.

"John? Who's John?" I asked, confused.

"Me." A voice came from the kitchen, and I looked over to see a tall, well-built freckled boy known as John leaning on the counter.

His skin was a light tan, and covered in freckles. He wore blue jeans, and a grey hoodie, that had the sleeves rolled up a bit to reveal his freckle-invested arms. His eyes were a forest green, and sparkled when he smiled.

In his hand, John held a cup of coffee, and set it on the counter, walking over to the trio.

Great, he's hot. My mind mumbled. I pushed the thought away, he's probably straight anyway. ((Yeah, as straight as the motherfucking rainbow))

He stood in front of me, and held out his hand. "John Laurens." He smiled, showing his pearly white teeth.

I gave a grin, and shook his hand, ignoring the fact that my entire body was going crazy over this man. (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

"Alexander Hamilton. Call me Alex." I grumbled the last part, shoving my hands into my jean pockets.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around, Alex." He said, heading towards his room.

Herc sat near the door, and muttered something in John's ear, making him blush, before shuffling into his room. Herc rolled his eyes, and smirked at Alex.

"What?"

"Nothing." Laf and Herc said in unison, before collapsing onto the bed together, switching the TV on.

"Movie?" Herc asked, shuffling closer to Laf.

Laf smiled. "Sure, I'll get the popcorn. Alex?"

And that was how Alexander Hamilton ended up sleeping on the floor, completely wasted.