James Pov
       I picked up my bags and trudged towards dorm 176. I put my bags down and took the key out of my pocket. I opened the door. The dorm was completely clean. I guess my roommate hasn't gotten here yet. I went inside and saw a single bag wrapped around a chair. "Hello?" I called. I heard a door open. Out came a boy no older then 17 with a cigarette in his mouth and hair tied back in a ponytail. Wasn't this a college? Why is he so short? And looks like he's still going through puberty?   
         He took the cigar out of his mouth and tossed it in a trash can.
"Alexander Hamilton." He said sticking his hand at me. "J-James Madison." I said, taking his hand.
"Please don't smoke while I'm here. I have pretty bad asthma." I said, scratching the back of my neck.
"Sure thing." He said. "What's your major?" He asked.
"Law. What's yours?" I asked.
"Same as you buddy. On a scholarship thing. Still getting used to the whole 'American' thing. But I'll get there." He said. He looked around the dorm room. "Eventually." He muttered. I gave him a confused look.
        "Nevis." He said. "If that look is a question of where I'm from, then that's your answer." Alexander wrapped his foot around the door, waved at me and the closed his door. He seems....odd.
        I started putting my things in bookshelves in drawers in my new room until I heard a knock at the door. I stuck my head out and then saw Alexander get tackled. I jumped at the sight. Alexander and this guy got up and laughed. They did this bro hug thing and started talking. Alexander pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Ahem." I said. He looked up and said "Ah yes. I'm sorry." He put his things back into his pocket. The man next to him got up and stuck his hand at me "Thomas Jefferson. And you are?" He asked.
"J-James M-Madison." He chuckled and said "Quite a stutter you've got there." Alexander chuckled behind him. "Yo Lex? Want to go to a bar with me and Charles Lee later?" Thomas asked.
"Nah bro, I'm only seventeen." Guess who called it. "Then what are you doing in college?" I blurted out. Alex chuckled and said
"They think I'm some prodigy or something like that...I suppose that's cool." Thomas sat down next to Alexander.
"Come on please? I have my ways of getting people in places." He said. I raised a brow. "Nope. I'm sorry but these," Alex patted his pocket "Are doing me just fine." Thomas sighed. "You haven't lived until you've been drunk." Alexander chuckled and said "Only seventeen. I've got plenty of time." He sighed again. Then Thomas got up and said
" Nice meetin' ya Jamie." Damn he's charming. Thomas walked out.
"Why do you smoke?" I blurted out. What is with me today?
"Eh. I don't know. Kind of grew up into it I suppose. Not the best excuse but eh. Plus I don't have much of a life to be honest. When I do, I will stop. Until then....well you get the idea." He responded.
"But you're only seventeen!" My mouth said before I could stop it.
"And your point is?" He asked.
I thought for a second.
"It'll destroy your lungs and you'll die!" I informed him.
"Dying. Doesn't seem like such a bad thing when you've seen everyone around you drop." He said blankly, staring into nothing. He shook it off and said
"I'm going to go write some stuff. I'll...uh...see you around. Considering I fucking live with you." He muttered that last part, but I still heard it. "Watch your language." I said.
"Watch your boner." He said.

      WHAAAAATTTTT?

I glanced down and saw that he was lying. My face turned red. He was already at his door.
"James Madison and Thomas Jefferson." He smirked. "I ship it."
Alexander whispered.
"WHAT?" I yelled.
He closed his door. Jeez this boy will be the death of me.