"Speaking of stories, could you tell me the musical love story thingy you guys were taking about yesterday?" Thomas ruffled his hair into a more of a frizzy mess. "I wouldn't be able to tell this story without the man who play a big part in the story.." Alexander rolled his eyes at the cheesy pun. "Okay. But this is a pretty long story so we should probably move over to the couch." The three of them walked over to the cushioned couch, sitting down and getting comfortable. "You ready?" Thomas asked. Philip shook his head rapidly.

"Alright. Here we go."

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{Third Person | Focus ~ Alexander}

Alexander looked at the metal doors, that belonged to one school, Kings College. He became more overwhelmed as people passed him by. It took a lot of hard work to get here and there he was, but the closer he got, the more apprehensive he had gotten. Maybe he wasn't good enough for a place like this, who knows what type of talent lies in these halls, he'll be left in the dust. It was different in high school, he was aware of most of the clubs and groups, moving grades with most of his friends and classmates, being around them long enough to call them acquaintances, most people were walking cliches. But here, people are coming from everywhere this year, faces he's never been before. He wouldn't know anything or anybody. And though his friend would still be with him, his mind was already racing, feeling that he would be outcasted in someway.

He stood in front of the double doors, slowly placing his hand out to push them open, until someone roughly bumped into the side of him, pushing him to the side and nearly knocking his belongs out of his box. "Move it, slow poke." A male spat, walking past him. He withheld the urge to yell something rude back at him, wanting to make a good first impression. He took a deep breath and walked in with the other students. He walked to the front desk, placing the cardboard box down and tapping his fingernails against the marble desktop, trying to get the lady's attention without speaking. "Hello there! Name please?" Her soft and sweet voice put him at ease a bit, just enough to speak without tripping over himself. "Oh! Uhm, Alexander Hamilton." She typed the letters of his name into the computer, pushing her reading glasses further up the bridge of her nose, scanning the bright screen.

"Alexander..your dorm room number his two-eighteen, on the second floor of the left dormitory building. Here is your key!" She handed Alexander a small golden key with a bright smile. He flashed a smile back, enjoying her charismatic nature. Alex walked out of the school building in a better mood than he was walking in, though his doubt didn't not completely leave his system. The one thing he didn't enjoy was the long walk going to the dormitory. By the time he had gotten to the second floor, he was out of breath, his knees weak. Who knew carrying a suitcase and a box full of essentials was this hard? He slowly walked down the hall, becoming joyful once he saw the numbers two-eighteenth.  He unlocked the door, peaking into the dark room. His first instinct was to ask if anyone was there. "Hello? Anyone home...or dorm..?" His snickered at himself for saying such a stupid pun. He became silent, listening for a response. Though all he heard was muffled speaking.

He didn't want to interrupt the conversation that was being held between the two people, so he quietly crept down the hall, wincing when a floor board squeaked. He walked into the small room on the opposite side of his dormmate's room, sitting his things down onto the bed. Though he wanted to be respectful, he was curious about the person he was rooming with. He quietly listened from his room. The unknown identity was quite loud over the phone, he silently prayed that this wasn't gonna be too much of a problem. As he listened, he could hear this familiar accent, but he couldn't identify the type. Though he just though that his mind was playing tricks on him again. He heard the sound of the phone clicking and some shuffling, so he quickly attempted to pretend that he was doing something useful.

He nervousness rose as he heard the jiggling on the door knob along with the creaking of the door. Alex looked over into his box, rummaging through it with no purpose. Thomas opened the door and yawned, stretching outward, and shaking his head. He looked in front of him only to find a person sitting down on the blue small bed. He put on a smile and walked up to Alex to greet him. "Hello, my name is Thomas!" "Oh, hi-" When Alexander looked up, he finally could identify what type of accent that was, and who it was coming from.

"Thomas Jefferson...?"

"Alexander Hamilton.."

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This was edited by future JamiltonStoryWriter, the original chapter was utter garbage and made me physically cringe so like. Yey.