After Alexander left the bar, Aaron showed him where his dorm was. One of the bedrooms was already filled with someone else's things, yet there was no one inside. Alexander wondered what kind of person his dorm mate might be (hopefully nice, he thought) and went to the empty room across the hall. He unpacked the meager possessions he had and went straight to bed.
He was floating.
He looked around, but all he saw was darkness.
He tried to move, but the pressure was too much.
He tried to breathe, but he felt like he was being suffocated.
He heard muffled screams.
He heard his mother calling out to him.
Telling him he will be okay...
He will be okay...
You will be okay...
Alexander jolted awake, drenched in sweat. He clutched his chest and tried his best to calm his breathing. It was one of the nicer dreams he had had in a long time, but it still made him absolutely terrified. Eventually, Alexander was able to get himself out of bed and get dressed.
Alexander decided he would check to see if there was any food in his dorm before he went out, so he headed towards the kitchen. He froze in his tracks, however, when he saw the person hunched over in a chair by the kitchen table.
The same person he thought was cute the night before.
John Laurens.
Crap.
John's face was buried in his arms and his hair was a huge tangle of curls covering his head like a blanket.
"Um, hello?" Alexander called, begging to God that John was either asleep or to hungover to notice him. Luckily, the only response Alexander got was a groan of anguish.
Alexander sighed and looked around the kitchen, finding what he needed (surprisingly) : a can of Sprite and a bag of pretzels. He pushed them across the table towards John then turned to get pretzels for himself.
He heard the sound of a can opening and was instantly too afraid to turn back and face John.
"How'd you know about this?" John asked tiredly, presumably referring to the food and drink in front of him.
"My dad taught me," Alexander choked out, still facing away from the other boy, who just hummed in response.
"So, are you my roommate, then?" John inquired. Alexander just nodded. "Um, I'm John Laurens. Who are-"
Alexander forced himself to turn around and try to look casual. John's eyes widened at the sight of Alexander's face.
"Alexander Hamilton. Well I'll be damned." Alexander felt his face heat up when John said his name in such a low voice. John grinned and held out his hand. "I think it would be best if we formally met."