The HamilHouse

Chapter 1.0

Alexander's POV

It's my first day at Miranda University and I couldn't be more scared. I paid Benny, my taxi driver who I had gotten to know, the exact amount of money and exited the cab with all my luggage. Making my way to the main office, I look around at what would be my home for the next few years.

I made my way inside and was soon greeted by a middle aged woman with a welcoming smile. 

"Hello, sweetie. I'm Ms. Washington. What's your name?" she asked politely from behind the front desk. 

"My name is Alexander Hamilton and I'm a freshman here in college." 

"Ah, just you wait. I'll print out your schedule now," she told me as she typed into the desktop in front of her. Just a moment later, she handed me my schedule and pointed me in the direction of a mixer being held for law students.  "If you want to be a top law student here at MU, I recommend becoming friends with Aaron Burr. He's the top of his class." 

I made my way to the mixer for law students being held a few buildings down with one goal in mind, befriend Aaron Burr. Unless he isn't a feminist. Then we may have some problems. There was a small group in the back of the room that I immediately noticed because of their yelling. I heard the name Aaron Burr come from there, so I decided to make my way. 

"Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr?" I asked one of the men from the group. He was noticeably taller than me, which did slightly intimidate the 5'7" Alexander Hamilton. 

"Well, that depends. Who's asking?" he smiled. 

I smiled back and said, "Well, I'm Alexander Hamilton. I'm new here to the school and I've already heard a lot about you. You see, I'm also here for law and I want to get as advanced as possible." 

I continued to ramble on about how exciting it was to be attending one of the biggest law schools in the country when he interrupted me, "You know, you talk a lot. But you've got a good smile going for you."

Not expecting that, I mumbled a quiet "thanks." That somehow knocked out all the confidence I had in me for some reason. "Oh my God, Burr. Leave the poor kid alone," said a voice from behind him. I looked to see a man, also taller than me, finishing what looked to be a pint of Sam Adams and grabbing two more.  "I'm John Laurens. Most call me Laurens though," he smiled. He had a cute smile, little freckles littered around his nose, and bright green eyes. The curly hair that sat atop his head had been pulled back into a ponytail, much like my medium length, straight black hair. He was quite an attractive young male. 

Don't worry, these feelings aren't alien to me. I've identified as bisexual since the day I first heard the term. Since day one of preschool, I've always had an interest in boys, but also in girls. Since the day I came out, I've dated occasionally. Relationships have never been a big part of my life, though. But if I lead the life of a "fan fiction," maybe character development will lead to a happy ever after where we write poems about each other and adopt 75 children. Wait, I'm not even sure if he "swings that way" as one would say.  

"Monami, are you not going to introduce me," said a man with a thick french accent. He was only slightly taller than me, with a man bun and a beard. 

Laurens chuckled, "Hey, that rhymed!"

The french man sighed, rolling his eyes away from the slightly intoxicated John Laurens. "Bonjour, I'm Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. Most call me Lafayette, or Laff, donc pas de soucis."

"Your parents seriously must hate you," Burr said, laughing to himself at his comment. Lafayette proceeded to punch his arm. 

"Je suppose que vous parlez français . Je suis de la caribbean donc je grandi avec la langue," I said. 

(I assume you speak french. I'm from the caribbean so i grew up with the language.)

"Oui , Dieu merci ! Aucun de ces imbéciles parlent français , je me suis donc été obligé d'apprendre l'anglais," he replied. 

(Yes, thank goodness! None of these imbeciles speak french, so I've been forced to learn English."

"Okay, enough with the oui oui baguette. I'm Hercules Mulligan," said the last man. "Oh my goodness, I just noticed your pants. Where did you get them? The stitching on the pockets is amazing," he said, moving his face slightly closer to my no-no area , probably to see the stitching...? 

"Get away from his crotch!" Laurens yelled, pushing Hercules away. 

The night continued on like this. At some point, I turned to Lafayette privately and asked him, "Um, Laff, I know this is kind of a weird question but, do you know if Laurens is into, um, guys?" 

He then went on to laugh like a hyena. "Monami, I know no one gayer than he!" I internally let out a sigh of relief. "You don't have anything against that, right?" he turned to me seriously, all traces of humour leaving his body. 

"Of course not! I'm actually bi and was actually asking the initial question for a reason," I slightly hinted towards him. Hey, don't blame me. The guy's french. Maybe he can be my wingman. 

"Oh mon Dieu! I knew it!" he yelled. 

(Oh my God!) 

"Keep your voice down! He might hear us," I said looking around, making sure he was no where near. I spotted him laughing with Mulligan by the food table. "Him and Mulligan aren't, you know, a thing right?" Looking over, they were being very couple-y, leaning on each other's shoulders as they laughed. 

"Of course not! Hercules is my copain (boyfriend). My un vary amour (one true love)." 

Thank God. 

Needless to say, the rest of the night was spent messing around, meeting other students, and slightly flirting with the handsome man named John Laurens.