A/N:

Chapter 2 already?! Welcome back everybody and thanks for reading! Just a few notes that I forgot to cover in chapter 1: 1) Lafayette will go by they/them pronouns 2) This is going to be more centered around their relationships as roommates than actual college because ew classes 3) The relationships will be John/Alexander, Lafayette/Hercules, and some Lafayette/George Washington (with Herc's consent) because I can't help myself (will be very very minor though). Thanks for reading!

Chapter 2: My Shot

Alexander called the number as soon as he got to the park. He would've preferred to go to his dorm or something but, you know, he doesn't even have one anymore. Somewhere more private would've been nice, Alexander supposes, but he also knows that if he doesn't do it now his anxiety will take over and he'll never muster up the courage to call the number. The only thing keeping him from panicking too much right now was a combination of being homeless and how genuine (and hot) the two boys had seemed.

Ring Ring... Ring Ring... Ri- "Hello! John Laurens here! Who's this?" So it's the cute curly haired boy! Alexander's brain unhelpfully supplied. "Uhhh..." Pull yourself together Alexander. You can do this! But his southern accent is so cute and charming and- NO. You're homeless for god's sake speak!

"Alexander Hamilton? I mean... that sounded like a question sorry." Alexander cringed at his own stupidity and laughed awkwardly. "I'm calling about your... uh... roommate offer? I saw you put up a poster outside the Starbucks this morning? My other asshole roommates kicked me out. I... uhm... wanted to know how much rent would be." So much for being a man who claims to have a way with words.

"Oh really!? Yay!" Alexander could almost feel the excitement in John Lauren's voice. "Herc did you hear that? I told you it would work! And you doubted me man. Laf. Laf! Laf c'mere! Herc owes me ten bucks for my flyer working!" Alexander could hear laughter in the background, accompanied with what sounded like loud complaints, probably coming from whoever the poor guy named Herc was who owed John ten dollars. "Anyways," John continued after a couple seconds of awkward silence on Alexander's part. "Rent is pretty cheap actually. How about we meet up to discuss it? I'd say coffee but you apparently already had some today, so how about lunch?" It sounds like he's asking me out! Alexander laughed at the comparison, really just hiding the choking sound he had indignantly made. "Uh yah sure! Sounds fine to me!" "Cool! Does 12:00 at like Panera work?" John asked. "Ya-" "Aw John! We go there ALL the TIME." A muffled French voice complained from the other side of the phone. "Stuff it Lafayette not all of us can afford to go out to fancy lunches and dinners everyday. Some of us work for a living," the third voice said, assumingly Hercules from what Alexander was gleaning from their conversations. Perhaps he was the good-looking tall guy who had been chasing John, seeing as Lafayette was clearly the French exchange student John's paper had mentioned.

It ended up being Chipotle after a long ten minutes of laugh filled banter between the boys and Alexander just sitting in stunned silence. Do you know how hard it is to get Alexander Hamilton to be speechless? He so wanted in on this friendship.

Two hours later saw him sitting awkwardly in a Chipotle munching on what was a terrible excuse for a quesadilla, but Hamilton couldn't bring himself to try anything more complicated knowing it'd be even more disappointing. American's and their sad attempts at Latin food, he thought. That's when the door swung open. Alexander had been staring at the door since he got there to make sure he didn't miss the guys, and there they were, all three boys in all their glory, getting into line without even scanning the room first, clearly intent on getting food before attempting to find Alexander.

The three were talking and joking loudly and naturally, not bothering to care about the annoyed looks they got for being just a tad too loud. This gave Alexander, forever an over analyzer, time to size them up in a natural social setting. John, the cute tan freckled boy who had been running earlier, was wearing an attractive cutoff tank top with the school's football team logo on the front and a number on the back. He had said he liked football, I knew that. He accompanied it with black skinny jeans that must have been too tight to be legal, Alexander was sure. He really is super attractive- NO. Nooooooo you have to be roommates with him if this works out absolutely none of this tomcat stuff Alexander pull yourself together.

The other two boys were almost (almost) as attractive as John. The guy Alexander assumed was Hercules was wearing the same outfit as earlier. How it wasn't covered in sweat stains and grossness from chasing John, Alexander didn't know, but it must be by some kind of miracle. The last guy, whom Alexander had yet to meet, must have been Lafayette, the exchange student from France. Trying to describe him, Alexander could only come up with one word: pretty. Lafayette was taller than Hercules by at least two inches, and his amazingly curly hair was pulled tightly into a ballerina bun on top of his head. He was all lean, elegant shapes and limbs in a nice shade of caramel. Even his beard didn't take away from how absolutely gorgeous this guy was. Alexander was convinced that he was some kind of model or something.

Alexander watched as the three of them grabbed their lunches and then looked around the restaurant just to realize that none of them knew what Alexander looked like, and turned to give each other wide-eyed stares of "oh shit". So Alexander swallowed his anxiety and, in all honesty, slight arousal, and raised his hand to waive at them. Alexander couldn't have thanked his lucky stars enough when they immediately noticed and walked over to him. Alexander could have kissed every single one of his lucky stars when John was the one to sit next to him.

"Hey man!" John said, leaning awkwardly against the side of the table to turn enough to shake Alexander's hand. "I'm John Laurens!" Alexander laughed at his enthusiasm, completely captured by the sparkling energy in John's eyes. "Alexander Hamilton," He replied, still unable to wipe the smile off his face. I haven't smiled this much since... "And I'm Hercules Mulligan." Hercules' deep voice completely shattered Alexander's thought process. Alexander realized he and John were still holding hands and staring at each other. Immediately retracting his hand and whipping around to face Hercules, Alexander didn't bother to shake his hand, instead choosing to laugh awkwardly at the amused look Hercules was giving him. "Nice to meet you." Alexander turned to say something to the last boy, Lafayette, when suddenly his head was between two hands and each of his cheeks were kissed. Alexander would later deny the undignified squawking sound he made. "Bonjour, mon ami! I am Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette!" The incredulous stare Alexander gave them must have been a lot more obvious than he'd originally thought, since John and Hercules were both cracking up with mouths full of food. Hercules swallowed his food with a gasp and a couple more hiccups of laughter, finally gathering enough air to say, "Laf you're scaring the poor kid! Don't worry man. They go by Lafayette, or Laf, or sometimes Marie. You won't be required to remember that monstrosity. And as for the kissing and stuff... well, it's just a French thing. You'll get used to how weird they are." "Excuse you!" Lafayette said, the offended tone exaggerated by his French accent. They all laughed again, Alexander letting himself go enough to join them slightly. While they had their little laugh, Alexander noted the pronouns Hercules had used for Lafayette, carefully being sure to say 'they' instead of 'he', and promised himself to do the same until he was told otherwise.

"So, uh, how much would rent be?" Alexander asked around a bite of his still awful and now also slightly cold quesadilla. The three of them proceeded to tell Alexander all the details of the apartment. It wasn't owned by the college, so the rent was, in fact, pretty cheap. Alexander would get his own room, which came with furniture (thank god) and its own bathroom. Apparently there were three bathrooms, but Hercules and Lafayette had taken the rooms that shared one voluntarily. Alexander, for once in his life, kept his mouth shut and didn't ask why.

By the time Alexander had forced himself to finish his quesadilla, he had learned that John was majoring in Marine Biology, Hercules in fashion (that explains why he's dressed so nicely, Alexander thought), and Lafayette in, well, nothing. Their family had a lot of money, and Lafayette was here for some reason like peace and foreign affairs between the US and France. The president's daughter moved to France for the year, possibly longer, and Lafayette was doing the same in the US. Lafayette only started going to college because he had nothing better to do, and it meant they could live with Hercules and John without too many questions from their family. Lafayette told Alexander that he liked America better. "Better people," They had said, throwing a love filled look Hercules' way. John had just chuckled and, to Alexander's surprise, muttered "gaaaaaaay" under his breath, to which both Hercules and Lafayette laughed hard at.

They had all been done with their lunches for almost 20 minutes already, but the boys (and Lafayette? Alexander still wasn't sure on that one) had taken a liking to Alexander, and didn't seem super inclined to leave yet. "Are you gonna need help moving your stuff Alex?" John asked him after an awkward pause in the conversation. "No not really, but thanks anyways," Alexander said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "All my stuff is in my duffel bag under the table." Alexander could feel the blush rising on his cheeks. What's happening to me? I don't talk this little! And why am I blushing!? "Well that makes things easier," Hercules said, thankfully not questioning the fact that everything Alexander owns fits in one bag. "Yah!" John agreed. "That means you can come to the place now!" "Uh, ok. Yah. Sure." They all laughed at how unsure he was. "You are moving in, right?" John asked him, turning giant puppy dog eyes towards Alexander. Oh my god he can't be aware that he's doing that. It has to be illegal to be that cute. Alexander took a deep breath, stealing his last bit of courage, and smiled mischievously saying, "Well, as long as this isn't some king of kidnapping plot, I am! But I guess I'll end up in your apartment either way." And off they went.