Jefferson's pov
I woke up in the middle of the night. "What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath. Why do I keep having this dream?? Every single night for the past week. I replayed the dream over in my head. It was dark. I was by myself... until it became light. I wasn't alone. It suddenly got warm and beautiful. I looked to see who was there. It was hamilton? That's where the dream stops. More like a nightmare.
I glanced at the clock. 4:07. I could still get a couple hours of sleep before i had to get ready to go to school. I went to Princeton college. I shared a dorm with, guess who, burr. Well at least i used to. That was until we got into a fist fight. Now i have to get a new roommate. In the morning i have to act nice and greet a new person in to my house.
They were in way over their heads.
I got out of bed. It was too late for me to go back to sleep now. I decide to take a shower to forget the dream but i found that was the only thing i was thinking of.
Why hamilton? And why didn't i wake up in a cold sweat instead of a peaceful rise.
I got out of the shower and began to get dressed when i heard a knock on my door.
"Just a minute."
Could it already be time for me to meet my new roommate?
I threw on my clothes and ran to the door. I threw a glance at the clock. 5:50? He wasn't supposed to be here for another two hours!
He must be excited? I doubt so.
I threw open the door and gasped.
You!!??
