I wander the halls of the dorm building, hopelessly trying to look for my dorm. American dorm systems are super confusing.

Eventually, I find my dorm and use my key to unlock it, and walk into my new home for a little while.

As I walk in, I see a small couch and a little wall with a window-like opening in it just enough to see a fridge, stove, and counter with cabinets.

I then look to my left and see a door. I walk towards it and push it open, only to see the bathroom, which consisted of only the necessities. I turn around and head to the other door, which seemed more promising.

I push open the other door and look inside to see the bedroom. It had two beds and two desks, both on opposite sides of the room. I look to the side furthest from the door to see it's already half decorated. There are sheets and blankets on the bed and a cute little turtle plushie on it, as well as some scattered papers on the desk.

My roommate must've already come in. I then head to my side of the room and set my bag down, immediately pulling out my journal and sitting at my desk.

I go to the page I last left off at and begin to write about the college. I was writing all about America, just in case I ever had to go back to Nevis.

After about an hour of just writing and writing, I hear the door open, followed by three loud voices.

"Mon ami, you don't stand a chance." One with a strong French accent says.

"Have you seen Charles? He's so small I could hurt him with one slap." A smaller, slightly southern accent complains.

"By yourself? No way would you win." A deeper voice says, laughing. "But you know the second he hit back, Laf would join in and beat him for you."

The three people start laughing, and the laughter grew closer right before the bedroom door opened. I look up at the three males staring down at me.

"Oh, sorry I didn't realize you'd be here." The smallest of the three blushes and runs to his bed, quickly trying to fix it up. He then threw the turtle under the bed and then smiles at me. "You must be my roommate."

I nod softly and open my mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by the other two. "Laurens, who is this kid?" The tallest one asks, his French accent really thick.

"Well, I don't know Laf, he hasn't gotten a chance to speak yet." The freckled boy rolls his eyes. "I'm John, by the way. The tall French man is Lafayette, and the other guy is Hercules."

I look at them and then back at John and smile. "I'm Alexander, but you can call me Alex if it's easier."

He nods and smiles. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Alex."

"Say, I hear a bit of an accent. What's that about?" Hercules asks, sitting on my bed and staring up at me.

"Mon ami, you can't just sit on other people's beds without asking." Lafayette scolded him.

"Oh, no it's um..It's alright.." I say quickly, not wanting any reason for these guys not to like me.

John sits on his bed and Lafayette sits next to him, and they all look at me. "So? Where are you from, then?" Hercules asks once again.

I chuckle nervously. "Oh, you know a small little island in the Caribbean.."

"That's so cool." John mumbled. "Me, I'm just from South Carolina. Born and raised in America, boring, I know."

I shake my head. "Oh no, not boring at all. You have no idea how bad I've wanted to come here." I say, stopping myself from talking a bit too much.

"Really? Well uh, how long have you been in America?" Lafayette asks, tilting his head. "I've only been here a year, but I love it."

"Well, I actually uh, just got here today." I blush slightly, rubbing the back of my neck.

The three guys stare at me in shock. "No way! You learned English quick!" John says, staring in awe.

Lafayette quickly slaps him in the back of the head. "You idiot, other countries speak English!"

John rubs the back of his head frowning. "Well yeah, but I didn't-"

I chuckle. "It's alright. I have, however, been speaking English since I was a little kid."

Hercules wraps his arm around my shoulder and nods at the other two. "You know, I think this kid is going to be cool. We should keep him."

I see Lafayette roll his eyes as I chuckle again. "You two are both idiots." He then looks at his phone and stands up. "Come on, Herc. Let's go finish getting our dorm set up."

Hercules nods and the two of them walk out. I then look up at John and smile slightly, as he smiles awkwardly back.

"Sorry about the English comment, I guess I kind of assumed you meant some Spanish country." He says, rubbing the back of his neck once again.

I shrug. "It's fine, I can't imagine it'll be the first time it happens. In all honesty, I'm just excited to be here."

He smiles and then looks me up and down before raising an eyebrow. "You know, you're kind of short. How old even are you?"

I blush and look at my legs. "Oh, uh..I'm seventeen." I quickly look up at him before he can say anything. "But I turn eighteen in like, two months!"

He chuckles and looks at my desk. "So, I'm assuming I got roomed with some like, super genius?"

I shrug. "I mean, if you want to think of it like that. I probably won't even do that well in classes."

"Well, I suppose we'll see tomorrow." He then pulls out his phone and looks at it, smiling at something.

"Hey, Laf, Herc and I are going to a bar..Do you wanna come?" He asks, biting his lower lip lightly.

"Oh, I don't know, I've never drank before.." I look around. "I mean, I'm not even old enough.."

"It's alright, there's one on campus that allows underage students in." He stands up and holds his hand out. "Come on, it'll be fun."

I roll my eyes and grab his hand, allowing for him to help me up off my bed. "Fine, but I'll probably just drink water the whole time."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." He chuckles and pats my back before we walk out of the dorm.

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