A/N: My attempt at my first college AU. It's mostly gonna be in character. Adrienne, I have no idea how she'd act but this is my take on her and the other canon characters.

WARNING: This fic contains suicide mentions, depression, drug abuse mentions, sex scenes, and harsh language among others to be added. Just be warned!

Are you looking for a home to live in? Well, look no further! If you love a mom friend who cooks, does your laundry and cleans every week, then you've come to the right place! Looking for two best friends on the prowl for the ladies but are totally gay for eachother? Or even, a supermodel French exchange student?

Seriously, we've got it all. We're all university students but still manage to have game nights and are hella chill with anything. Just, please don't be a complete douche and trash the place otherwise Hercules might have a breakdown. Take a tab, shoot me a text or call or whatever, and I'll get back to you.

Courtesy of the four amigos: A. Hamilton, J. Laurens, H. Mulligan and Lafayette

"Do you think that'll work?" John looked at his friends who crowded around the computer. Lafayette scrunched up his nose as Hercules nodded.

"I will have a breakdown if we have another Jefferson." The fashion major sighed and John pressed print. "Are you sure Burr has a place? Dude's nice enough."

"That man is too uptight." Lafayette remarked as Alexander bounded up to them in the university library. The French student had decided to take another exchange trip, therefore a near-permanent housemate. "Nice of you to finally join us."

"Well, I'm sorry." He drawled as the printer churned and printed out the flyer in bright ink. "I had to print my paper due tomorrow."

"Knowing you, it's probably seven pages over the limit." John grinned and Alexander shook his head.

"Ten."

"Close enough." Alexander snorted at John's quip and went over to the printer. He read it over quickly before looking at his other four friends.

"Did you write really write 'two best friends on the prowl for the ladies but are totally gay for eachother' or is that my exhaustion getting to me?"

"He really did write it." Lafayette and Hercules chimed, and Alexander shook his head.

"I have a girlfriend."

"Does it look like I care?" John printed more copies quickly as Lafayette looked at the time.

"Come on, we have a few hours more to get these posters up all around campus." They gathered their bags and split up the flyers between the four of them.

"Let's go."

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Adrienne Noailles was just leaving her favorite coffee shop on campus when she spotted three men running after a freckled man. "John!" They yelled. She adjusted her gym bag on her shoulder, watching as the man came closer.

"Excuse me!" He exclaimed, slipping past her and into the coffee shop. Yelping, she jumped out of the way and nearly collided with his other three friends. Adrienne rolled her eyes, following them to see what was so important to nearly crash into someone. Especially a day that was only a few before the first day of university! The theatre major watched as the man named John pinned something up on the bulletin. "Look, I did it. You guys are all sissies."

"We aren't sissies." One of them immediately argued, his black hair tied into a ponytail. "Just watch, no one's going to take a tab - everyone on this side of campus lives in the dorms." Not everyone. Adrienne corrected in her mind. She was in her final year but had transferred to a new university in New York so she'd be closer to her family since their budget couldn't sustain under the price of her education where she was before. However, she hadn't found a place to live yet - the dorms were expensive and her family didn't have the money to pay on top of her studies.

It wasn't like she could ask her friends. She didn't have any in New York - many had moved away after high school and she barely talked to them anymore. But, if these men were truly willing to allow her to bunk with them…

It's a last resort. Her mind concluded as the four of them began to exit. She stepped to the side, brown eyes studying each of them. The one called John seemed friendly, and way too hyper. It was as if a puppy was trapped in the student's body. His smile was infectious as he led the pack to the exit. The man next to him had heavy bags under his eyes, a sure sign of sleep deprivation, eyes that starved for knowledge and as said before, hair in a smooth ponytail.

The two behind them were talking animatedly. She could hear a French accent between the two, most likely coming from the tall and lanky man, his hair tied neatly in a bun atop his head. Her family had come from France when she was little but she was fluent in the language. The shorter, but still taller than her, man was dressed fashionably, bandanna wrapped around his head to contain dark hair. The camaraderie that surrounded them was envious.

It wouldn't be that bad, she mused and as soon as they left, she went to the poster they had put up. Reading it over quickly, Adrienne couldn't help the laugh that built up in her chest. The tabs were all readily cut and she reached up to take one before hesitating. The brunette didn't know the men, didn't trust them, but they seemed rather of pure intentions. It's a last resort. She reminded herself and steeled her nerves, took it and shoved it in her pocket without a second glance.

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It was a last resort. After scouring the campus for any other willing roommates, she found that the only one that seemed at least comfortable to live with (there was a mom friend) was the one with the four boys. So she emailed John Laurens' quickly before resuming her task to stave off her boredom.

She was stretched across the couch in the living room, her father in the kitchen while her mother was doing something upstairs. Surfing the internet, she was about to just go on YouTube when a notification popped up in the bottom right corner. Glancing at the time, she realized it was only four. Didn't think they'd get back to me so soon, the brunette mused as she opened the email.

Hey stranger!

I wanna meet up with ya so we can determine if you are a crazy ax murderer or not. By the way, I'm John, if you couldn't tell. Here's my number and maybe we can set up a place to meet up at?

Breathing out a sigh of relief, she grabbed her phone from the coffee table and unlocked it quickly. Copying the phone number, she shot a text to John Laurens and saved him into her contacts.

:Hey. Is Starbucks okay with you?:

:Oh, this AdN ?: Her phone buzzed and she typed back her reply.

:That is the email account I used, wasn't it?:

:Fair enough. So, Starbucks at ten is good with us. Maybe… Monday?:

:Cool. Meet you then.:

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She clasped her hands around the bottom of her vanilla frappe. Besides the frappes, Adrienne rarely came into the big coffee chain. The sweets were too sweet and carried a strange, slightly caffeinated smell. Adrienne was a fan of coffee but too much was just nauseating. Bringing the drink to her lips, she took a sip and kept her eyes trained on the door. The last time she had checked the time was at around 9:55. Glancing at her wrist, she caught a glimpse of the time. 10:00.

Right on time, the door swung open to reveal the four young men she had seen a few days before. The leader of the pack, the man with the slick black ponytail, scanned the room before nudging his friend. John, she realized, recognizing the freckles. His eyes scanned the room and she turned the drink in her palms, showcasing the name.

When his eyes met hers, she gave a small smile and he cocked his head as if wondering if she was the one. Turning to his friends, they discussed quietly to themselves before shuffling forward and sitting on the couch across from her.

"Didn't think she was a chick." One of them mumbled and the French guy pinned him with a glare.

"Alexander!"

"What! It's true." Laughing, Adrienne caught their attention.

"Adrienne Noailles."

"Alexander Hamilton." The guy who needed to sleep for three years.

"John Laurens." The puppy in a student's body.

"Hercules Mulligan." The well-dressed fashionista.

"Lafayette." Raising an eyebrow, she looked at the lean man. He was the only one half-standing. While his friends sat on the couch, his leg was bent across the span of the armrest, arms resting on his knee as he leaned forward, dark eyes framed with long lashes. Everything about him radiated confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"No other name?"

"Too many for you to understand." He waved it away and she smirked, brown eyes sparking a challenge. He straightened, a smirk twisting his own lips.

"Essaie-moi, beau." She drawled and his shock only stayed for one second before he took a breath.

"Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, marquis de Lafayette." He recited and leaning forward again, he cocked his head. His friends jaws dropped as she stood and shoved her face into his, noses nearly touching. Then, she repeated it just as quickly, and as flawlessly as he did.

"I like her." John murmured and Alexander nodded as the two Frenchies continued their stare-off.

"Honestly, I'm just waiting for them to start making out." Hercules muttered under his breath, causing John to snigger. Alexander, although wanting to never end it, had to get down to business. He had class soon.

"So, you moving in?" Adrienne looked away, startled. It seemed as if they were sucked into their own world for a moment. Lafayette blinked, wondering why he was so close to her in the first place.

"Of course. If you'll have me." She grinned. Damn, that smile was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. But he kept his mouth shut. Something stupid could come out.

"Totally. Having a chick in the house might mean we'll be more organized because one of us has got to impress her." She rolled her eyes at the comment but let it slide, knowing it was just a tease.

"Man, do you even need a room or is Laf's a good enough place?" Hercules quipped and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks.

"A room would be nice." She muttered when the three of them laughed. Either at her or Lafayette, she didn't know. But she kept her mouth shut. Something stupid could come out.

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A day later, it was time for her to go. "Bye Mom. Bye Dad," she kissed her parents on the cheek as they frowned. "For the last time, they aren't stalkers, they aren't gonna assault me. They're my friends." She stressed the word yet felt like she was lying. Just, she didn't know why. They still didn't let up. "Please."

"I just don't want you to get hurt, Adri."

"I know, Mom."

"No boys,"

"You know I can't do that, Dad." Her father chuckled, ruffling her hair before pulling her into a hug.

"Love ya, kiddo."

"Love you, too." She whispered before pulling away and setting a hand on her luggage's handle. "They should be here any second." Her cat weaved in between her legs, meowing insistently. "I've gotta go, Belle." Her tabby meowed again and Adrienne bent down to run a hand down her spine and scratch behind her ears. Just as she straightened, she heard a car honk. "That's them, probably." Tucking strands of hair behind her ear, she went to the door just as someone rang the bell.

"I want to meet these boys." Her father marched over and Adrienne groaned. Her mother followed close behind, the same determination radiating from her being. Twisting the knob, he opened the door to a lean, handsome man, dark eyes full of surprise.

"Is this the home of mademoiselle Adrienne Noailles?" Her father raised his eyebrows at the lilting Parisian accent but nodded nonetheless. "I'm Lafayette, one of her housemates. We've come to pick her up." At his voice, she wandered to the door and he grinned when he saw her.

"Hey, Lafayette," she greeted, a cocky smile on her own face. It appeared that the challenge had not yet been forgotten. "Is it just you?"

"No, the others are waiting in the car. Monsieur, may I help take these?" He gestured to the luggage parked to the side on the hallway. Her dad nodded, inviting him in as Lafayette slipped past her parents.

Her dad leaned over to her mother and Adrienne could hear him whispering, "I like him," obnoxiously loud. Flushing, Adrienne hauled her luggage forward just as Lafayette reached for the grip. His hand clamped over hers and she looked right at him. His dark eyes screamed that he meant to do that. Her heart pounded in her throat as an easy smile came over his lips. It was like he set her blood on fire.

"Wanna play that game?" She murmured so her parents couldn't hear. He didn't respond, only lifted a corner of his lips in a half-smile before her hand slipped away and he lifted the luggage. Hauling her gym bag over one shoulder and her backpack with her laptop in another, she followed him down towards a family-sized van able to seat eight people. The trunk opened and Lafayette stuffed it in as she turned towards her family. Her cat was watching between her father's legs as she waved. "Bye!"

"Have fun!"

"Stay safe!" Grinning from ear to ear, she pulled open the sliding door. At the wheel was Hercules who waved. She tried to smile but her heart had yet to stop its ridiculously fast paced pulses. She hoped it didn't show on her face. Alexander and John were talking animatedly as she looked around awkwardly.

"Uh, hey?"

"Adrienne, my favorite Frenchie besides Lafayette." John greeted with a smile as Lafayette shut the trunk and walked around to make sure she was getting settled in. Stepping into the van, she hugged her bag close to her to not hit Alexander in the face as she went to the back of the van where it was empty. Shoving her bag down between her legs, she buckled up and took out her phone just as another person nudged her knee. Looking up, she watched as Lafayette sat in the seat next to her.

He pulled down the armrest between them as she arched an eyebrow, slipping her phone back into her pocket. "A coincidence to see you here, Lafayette." She commented as Alexander and John glanced at them over their shoulders.

"It is," he agreed, leaning casually against the armrest but not looking at her. Instead, he watched as Hercules started the engine and began driving towards the campus. Adrienne set her chin in her hand, elbow balancing on the armrest as she traced his profile and features with her eyes and when he caught her, she didn't look away. Instead, a grin came to both of their faces and she raised her head, letting her hand fall limp off the front of the armrest. He did the same and suddenly they were holding hands.

It was casual, and they didn't make a big deal out of it but this attraction was quickly getting out of control.

A/N: Anyone reach it to the end? If so, I hope you enjoyed and review, follow, favorite - all that jazz! For anyone who also reads my fanfic, Soldier, I hope you enjoy this new dynamic compared to Genevieve and Lafayette and I love writing it. Anyway, until next time! Goodbye!