Once I get onto campus, I wander the halls until I find the place I was looking for, and go through all of the paperwork that I have to do in order to sign into my dorm. I grab a set of keys and use the pen I have in my pocket to write on my hand to remember to duplicate the key whenever I have the time.
I barely complain about the multiple staircases that I have to climb because of the excitement pumping through my veins. The feeling of finally getting into college after people have been saying you're destined to do great things—the pure potential—my god, this feeling is great.
I notice someone next to me on the stairs who is staring at me oddly, and I'm confused for a second before realizing I was speaking out loud.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize it, I just get worked up sometimes." I comment, still keeping a steady pace. The guy, who has a mass of (majestic) curly hair tied into a ponytail, smiles and nods. Seems preppy.
I finally reach the top of the last set of stairs, and my dorm is the sixth one on the right. I unlock the door quickly to see to blank bedframes with mattresses on them, the only furniture in the room a desk in front of the beds and a nightstand to the left of each bed. The closet is immediately on my right hand side, and I open it to see more closet space than I had in my room at Hercules' bachelor bad. With a satisfied sigh, I put down my backpack onto the dresser that is on one side of the closet and place my laptop next to it. From the door that is slightly opened still, I hear a frustrated voice and a soft thud. Curious, I open the door fully and peek outside to see the guy with the curly hair whom I passed on the stairs, his forehead pressed against the surface of a door across the hall.
"Key won't work?" I ask, shutting my door and remembering to pocket my own key.
"No. I keep on trying it, but—merde." He spits out, and I notice that he has a French accent. Like, a really heavy one, as if he's fresh off the boat.
"Let me see." I walk to him and take his key into my hands, glancing from the key to the door and back to the key again.
"You switched the number and the letter, that's an 'I', not a '1'. Here, your dorm should be..." I look around the hall, but stop when I recognize the number. A small smile comes across my face.
"What?" The guy asks, clearly anxious to get this part of the day over with.
"Well, for starters, my name is Alexander Hamilton, and secondly, I'm your new roommate."
Great, I have some hurleberlu guy who can barely tell when he is and isn't speaking out loud for a roommate.
"Oh, that is great. Will you show me where the room is?" I ask, my English slowly becoming more correct as I regain calmness.
The guy—Alexander—has his shoulder-length dark brown hair in a ponytail, and leads me a few doors down to a room that I can actually unlock with my key. I smile at him politely and survey the room quickly. None of its contents suprise me, I already Googled how the dorms in this residence hall look.
"You can take the one over there—" he gestures to the bed on the far side of the room, which is elevated higher, "—Or that one, I guess, because it really doesn't matter to me. A mattress' a mattress, ya know?" He is practically bouncing on the balls of his feet at this point, and I shake my head.
"I'll take this one." I say, and drag my suitcase onto the top of the mattress, beginning to take out my satin sheet set. I actually find myself being excited for living in a dorm, like a normal guy, just a normal student at a normal college on a normal day. The truth is far from that, though—my parents apparently had some plan in their will I had no knowledge of that left enough money for my relatives to bribe me into any college I want, preferably NYU. When I'd found out two summers ago, I couldn't help but feel as if the whole situation was unfair. Two summers later, I found myself on a plane from my home in Paris to New York on foreign exchange.
Alexander takes a sheet set he looks suprised to see from out of his bag and begins to spread it on his bed. When he is finished, I see that it's spread perfectly, with no creases in the fabric. He takes a thick, fluffy blanket and two pillows out and lays them down on his bed. I don't know where he found the space in his backpack for all of that. He notices I've been staring at him, and looks up and smiles.
"Sorry if I seem a little all over the place. It's just—god—I just feel like my whole life has been leading up to this point, and just—woah. I never thought I'd make it this far."
(AN: So, I got out a second chapter... Honestly, this is super fun for me to write and I'm probably going to come up with some type of writing schedule, even if no one reads this. Please comment if you like any part!)
French Translations:
hurleberlu - scatterbrained
merde - shit
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An Opened Door
FanficHi! This is my first Hamilton fanfic that I'm posting on here, and it's a Lams College AU (I know it's used so much but I like it!), but I will include some other ships in here as well. Be prepared for Alexander 'Immovable Bisexuality' Hamilton and...