Soulmate AU's (Hamilton)

Concoction (Lams)

John sighed, slamming his fist down onto his alarm clock, silencing it. He sighed, sitting up and pulling himself out of bed. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way to his bathroom and began brushing his teeth. He washed his face after, then walked out to get dressed for the day. He tied his long hair back into a pony tail, and began shoving his books back into his backpack. When did he fall asleep last night? He had no idea. He glanced at the clock. 6:40. He had 20 minutes. He quickly changed into a pair of jeans, figuring boxers weren't what the teacher wanted to see. He chuckled to himself, and slung his bag over his shoulder. Making his way out of his apartment, and down to his car. He honestly couldn't believe what they were asking of the students at King's College. A 7am exam with only one day of prep.

John started his car, shivering slightly at the cold. It was never this cold in fall in South Carolina. He pulled away, and drove for about five minutes to the nearest Starbucks. As soon as he got inside, he couldn't help but snort at the amount of familiar people. It looked like everyone from school was in here. He got in line, and sighed, taking in the scent. John was about three people behind in line, when the door slammed open, and two people came running up behind me. "John!" He instantly knew who it was.

John turned to his life long friends, and smiled as they practically tackled him. He hugged them back, and the two pulled back. "Guys!" John laughed. "Whoa Laf, you ok? You look dead to the world." He asked afterwards. Lafayette smiled down at him. "I am afraid I do not like the morning, mon ami." He smiled sleepily, leaning on Hercules. "Yeah.. which is why we're here. He can hardly keep his eyes open." Hercules chuckled, holding Lafayette up. "How long have you been here?" He asked. John shrugged and looked down at his phone. "Uh... maybe 15?" He said after a minute. Herc nodded, and the line advanced.

Soon enough the line shorted, and John, Lafayette and Hercules were at the front of the line, ordering, and almost as soon as they ordered, their drinks were done and they were out the door. As they were walking out, a short man in a hoodie and jeans, laptop back swung over his shoulder pushed past them and into the Starbucks, a taller man following after, mumbling sorry. John shrugged it off and followed after his friends as they made their way to the first day of Kings College.

John followed Laf and Herc into the building, and down the hall to the first class they all had together- thank god. John walked in, and looked down at his phone. "Damn, 10 minutes till we're supposed to start." Laf, Herc and John made our way to their seats, and sat down in the far back corner. They had finished their coffee long before making it to the classroom, and Lafayette was asleep on their desk within seconds. John chuckled, and stretched, looking over the board. He jumped as someone slammed into the desk next to him, and John looked over. He recognized the grey Princeton hoody from the coffee shop, and looked at the man who had pushed threw the door. He noticed John starring, and glanced over before reaching down and pulling something out of a bag.

John noticed he had dark bags under his eyes, his long, dark brown , greasy looking hair pulled back into a horribly messy bun. The man sitting next to him had pulled a monster out of his bag, John had noticed. He scowled as he popped the tab, and the can made a hissing noise. Without even as much as a glance to his cup, the man pulled the lid off his coffee and poured the monster drink inside. John forced himself not to gag, that must've tasted horrible!

He noticed he was still starring when the man looked over again, and said: "I'm going to die." Before chugging the entire cup of his concoction. John tensed slightly, that cannot be healthy. After the man had chugged his drink, he looked at John and smiled slightly the scowl from earlier gone. He held out a hand, and John met him halfway, shaking it steadily. "I'm Alexander, Alexander Hamilton." He said.

John smiled back, placing his hand on his desk. "John Laurens." He said.