Lucky Boy [Hamilton AU] (Lams)

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george pictured above (yes its king george if you haven't gotten that by now. he doesn't really have a last name soooooooo yeah... i honestly forgot how many people were named george in the show IN HISTORY jesus christ) - k i t

The drive from the apartment complex to the university wasn't really long at all. Well, the distance wasn't much, but the drive took forever because, you know, New York traffic is just a mess. I was tempted to just curl up on the passenger seat, but Alex told me not to because it would put too much pressure on my chest. I just agreed with him, too lazy to put up a fight.

Alex brought me up to his dorm and there were more students than the last time we were over there. Maybe like three or four more people. The hallway barely had enough space for Alex and I as he tugged my wrist behind him and I just watched as every guy just stared me down. He unlocked the dorm door and both of us stepped back in shock and the two bodies on his bed. George being one of them.

"George? What the fuck are you doing in my dorm!? Yours is at the end of the hallway!" He turned over on his side and started to get out of the bed. "Whoa, hey, you can stay under the blanket. No one wants to see that."

"Relax," he said smoothly, "I'm wearing boxers." He got up and ran a hand through his hair. "But sorry for assuming. It's just, you know, your room is so much nicer, cleaner- or it was before I was here." He rubbed his eyes. "I'll just be on my way, then."

"Where's Aaron?" Alex asked.

"Hell if I know. What I do know is that your roommate dropped his key, and that's how I got in, 'case you were wondering."

"Leave the key asshole."

George walked over to the body on the bed and nudged him awake. "Hey Sam, why don't we go over to my dorm, and, uh, finish what we started yeah?"

Sam smirked and nodded, rolling out of the bed in a state of hangover-ness. George walked over to me, caressing my cheek and putting a tight grip on waist. "It could've been you, babe."

"Hey! I'm standing right here," Sam mumbled.

George nodded and pulled him into a deep kiss, the type with lots of tongue. "I'm sorry baby," he grinned. He winked at me on his way out as he tugged Sam out in nothing but boxers by his wrist.

"Get the fuck out, now!" Alex shouted. I'd never really heard him shout before.

"I'm going, I'm going," he said smoothly.

Alex rolled his eyes and shut the door. "Hey, hey, hey, Alex, what's wrong?" I put my hand on his shoulder.

He rolled his shoulder to get my hand off of him. "Nothing. Nothing. I just... I have to clean these fucking sheets now.."

"Alex..."

"He called you 'babe'. Okay! God, he's such a fucking.. Ugh! He always get his way!"

I rubbed his arm. "Please calm down. Look, I don't like him as much as you don't. He shouldn't be like that. I'm sorry. Just grab some clothes and we can be on our way. Okay?"

He sighed and nodded, pulling out a small overnight bag and shoving in some clothes in it and zipping it shut. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't take my anger out on you. He just always finds a way to get under my skin. I'm sorry," he said. I just nodded, telling him he had nothing be sorry for, and pulled him into a soft kiss.