Alexander was having a bad day.

He spilled his Reynolds iced coffee about three minutes after he bought it (and it was so good, too), the elevator in his dorm building was broken, which sucked because his assigned dorm was on the top floor, and the two boxes he had to carry (up three flights of stairs, mind you) were covering his eyes so he couldn't see anything.

He made it to his floor (hopefully it was his floor, he couldn't tell because all he could see was box) and was now trying to figure out how in the hell he'd look at the dorm numbers when a voice asked "Hey, do you need help?"

Alex struggled to see around the boxes; when this effort turned up fruitless he sighed.

"Yes, please." The armload suddenly lightened as someone took the box that had been covering his face. "Ach, thanks, I couldn't see for shit," he said to the guy in front of him. Said guy smiled, and holy fuck he's very pretty.

"I really don't mind! Are you moving in?" The guy paused, then snorted. "Well, obviously you are. Which dorm?"

"Um..." Alex struggled to see the slip of paper he'd been handed just a few moments earlier. "1772." The taller guy nodded.

"Nice. I have a friend in that dorm. Well, not really a friend, but— sorry, that's unimportant. Let's get you there." He walked to the end of the hallway before pausing at the third door to the left. "Burr usually leaves it unlocked, so it should be..." he turned the knob, smiling as the door clicked open easily. "Open!"

Alex followed behind him before walking into the dorm. "Set the box down on the empty bed," he said, and the other man complied. Alex sighed in relief as he set the box he was holding beside it. "Thank you for the help!" He held his hand out. "Alexander Hamilton, at your service." The other man made an 'o' with his mouth.

"John Laurens, apparently your new hallmate. It's nice to meet you," he said, smiling as he took Alex's hand. John had a nice smile. And nice eyes; they were a pretty amber color, reminiscent to that of honey. Freckles covered his face.

"Well, John, it's nice to meet you too." Alex turned and started to open one of the boxes sitting on his bed. "So, what are you studying?"

"I'm majoring in Political Science. After I get my bachelors I'm planning on going to law school. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm majoring in Math and minoring in Journalism." There was a note on the pillow of the bed he chose.

'Hey Alexander! Sorry none of us could be there to greet you. You share the dresser next to your bed with Thomas, who has the top bunk. You get the last four drawers; you can put anything else you have on the empty shelves, etc. Make yourself at home! See you later!

Aaron Burr'

Alex hummed before taking the box of his clothes and moving it to the floor near the dresser. "Nice!" John said. "I'm guessing you're a freshman, then?"

"Oh, no; junior, actually," Alex corrected. He glanced up at John, who was looking around the dorm curiously. "You?"

"Ah— I'm actually a junior too. All of the people on this floor are juniors— except for Angelica and Peggy Schuyler. They live with their sister in the dorm by the window at the end of the floor," John explained. "Angelica is a senior...? I'm pretty sure... Peggy's a sophomore." Alexander nodded, stuffing his clothes into the bottom drawers of the dresser.

John coughed a bit. He fingered the strap to his bag until his phone buzzed. "Oh!" John said after he'd taken his phone out of his back pocket and looked at it. "I have to go, sorry."

"It's fine," Alex said softly. John smiled.

"It really was nice meeting you," he said. "If you ever need anything, I'm in dorm 1777." Then he disappeared down the hall and into his own room. The door closed softly behind him.

Alex's ears buzzed with the sudden silence. He started humming to himself; he never really liked the quiet, it made him antsy. He finished unpacking his necessities; clothes in the bottom three drawers, toiletries and thin paperback books in the fourth one, his (very expensive) textbooks on the empty shelf, his laptop in his bed, and his mini keurig (his most prized possession) on the edge of the table that sat next to a mini fridge in the corner of the room.

He settled onto the bottom bunk bed he claimed, his laptop on his lap and a cup of coffee he'd stopped to make in hand. Before he could even think to start working, the door to his dorm opened. He startled, hot coffee splashing onto his hand. "Ah, shit!"

"Oh! Sorry!" Alexander looked up to see a tall man with a fluffy afro and beard. He looked taken aback for a split second before he smiled sharply. "You must be Alexander." The man held out his hand. "I'm one of your new roommates, Thomas."

A/N: there won't be jamilton in this rendition 😰😰