"Laurens!" Lafayette said in his thick accent before kicking open the door. Hamilton froze in his spot. The guy who Lafayette called Laurens was..beautiful to say the least. Covered in freckles that formed constellations on his face and disappeared under the collar of his shirt. He was startled by the sudden noise, falling off his bed. He was about to yell at his friend until he noticed a male next to him who kept his eyes on the radio where the music was pumping out. "Lafayette...who is this?" he asked cautiously. "Alexander Hamilton! He even speaks French!" He responded with a smile. "He wanted to know where the la musique s'échappait du!" Hamilton gave a soft smile to him. Laurens looked confused. "Laf I don't speak French," Alexander spoke up. "He said that I was curious as to where the music was coming from. It has been a very long time since I heard it." He responded. The freckled boy stood up, walking over. Hamilton took notice of how he was much taller as well. This annoyed him and he tried to remind himself to keep quiet yet he couldn't help the words that came spilling out. "Is everyone fucking taller me in this house?" he said. The other simply laughed "My name is John Laurens.." he stuck his hand out for Hamilton to shake to which he hesitantly took. "Who else lives here?" Alexander asked. John butted in before anyone else could speak "Well we have Hercules Mulligan who our man Lafayette is totally in love with..you are okay with gay people right?" He asked cautiously. He nodded his head quickly "If I wasn't that would be very hypocritical of me since I myself am bisexual." Alex smiled at him. So Laurens continued. "Well then we have me and Laf, Aaron Burr but he keeps to himself mostly. Even during the fights here. He never chooses a side. Then we have Thomas Jefferson. I personally see him as a massive asshole but he is nice to Angelica and his best friend James Madison." He explained. Talking as if Alex knew those people. Yet he did know Thomas Jefferson. "I know Jefferson. I was in a home with him a little bit ago, we never got along." Hamilton spoke. Sitting impossibly close to Laurens, their hands brushing against each other. One Alexander realized he quickly pulled away from his hand and a small red tint appeared on his cheeks.