Chapter One

Hello! So... I was bored and I wanted to write, and this is what happened. This is my first fanfiction, so I'm sorry if it sucks. Go ahead and leave a review if you want to, I would love some help improving my writing. I'm not sure I'll keep writing this, so if you want me to could you just leave a quick review. I hope this doesn't suck. :)

Alexander Hamilton smiled as he climbed the steps of King's College. He had finally gotten out of his foster home, old enough now to be on his own. Not that his parents weren't great, they were lovely people. But being with them reminded him too much of his mother, his life before she died. No, Alex decided, Don't get stuck in the past. Today is about the future. He looked down at the room key in his hand. Room 776.

Alex had already unpacked and was lying on his bed, waiting anxiously for his roommates to arrive. He was only supposed to have one roommate, but a bathroom connected their room to another. Just as he was beginning to regret coming so early, the door flew open and a young man covered in freckles sprinted inside, yelling "What time is it?". When he saw Alex, he froze in the doorway, embarrassed. The two other men behind him yelled "Show time, time!" before they also saw Alex, who was staring at them, trying not to laugh.

"Oh, um… Hi. I'm John Laurens. We, uh, didn't really expect anyone to be here yet, cause we came early." The first man said, still really red. Alex smiled.

"That's ok. I did get here pretty early." He couldn't help but notice the way all of John's made it look like he had a galaxy covering his body, and he didn't notice he was staring, until another man with a French accent and really poofy hair practically fell out from behind John.

He said,"Oh, you must be our room mate! I'm Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette." He laughed at the surprised look on Alex's face, along with John and the other man. "You can call me Lafayette." Alex must have looked relieved, because the other man laughed.

"Don't mind Gil," He said, lightly punching Lafayette in the arm. "He's just a little crazy. I'm Hercules Mulligan, by the way." Hercules was built like a football player and was wearing a blue beanie.

Alex snapped out of his daze. "Um, oh, uh, nice to meet you! I'm Alex. Uh, Alexander Hamilton." John walked across the room to settle himself on the bed opposite of his. Alex was caught up in staring at him for a moment, studying the way he walked and the way his hair looked so smooth, perfect for running your hands through. What?! He thought. That's so creepy! You just met him, Alex. Calm down."

"Alex? Mon Ami?" Alex snapped back to reality again at the sound of Lafayette's voice."

"Huh? Sorry, I was spacing out." Lafayette smiled.

"I said, parlez-vous français?" Alex nodded.

"Oui, j'ai grandi en parlant français." John smiled excitedly.

"C'est tellement cool! Êtes-vous de France vers ou d'un autre pays?" He asked.

Alex squirmed on his bed. He didn't really want to think about it, but his roommates were so nice, and he felt bad not telling them. "Je viens de Nevis, une île des Caraïbes".

Hercules, who had been quiet until then, whined, "Guys, you know I can't speak french. What are you talking about?"

Lafayette laughed. "Oh, you poor thing. Sadly, I don't think I'll ease your pain. Vous êtes trop mignon quand vous êtes en colère!"

"What?" Hercules asked, glaring at the Frenchman, who blushed.

"Oh, nothing. We should go settle in though. Want to go get dinner with us later? We were planning to eat out since it's the first day, instead of going to the dining hall. " The last question was directed at Alex.

"Oh, uh, I would, but, um… I don't have any money." He looked down at his feet, embarrassed to admit he was broke.

"That's fine!" John piped up. "I'll treat today."

"Yes!" Lafayette yelled, at the same time Hercules screamed "Free food!" John cracked up, and Alex smiled, enjoying the way John's laugh sounded. Ugg, He thought, I need to stop. I'm being way too creepy.