"To be or not to be, that is the question. Twether it is nobler to..." I read aloud to myself at about four in the morning. I liked having my dorm to myself. I could have my computer on, I could practice memorizing Shakespear, all without bothering anyone! Not only that but I didn't have to deal with bullying or cliques or Aaron. I continued repeating the lines to myself before hearing a knock on the door. I stopped cold, my blood drained down to my feet, my heart stopped for a moment then began beating rapidly as I broke out in a cold sweat. Had I been too loud? Was my neighbor frustrated with me? Why was this happening? The knocking continued. I gulped as I staggered to the door, shivering in fear. I shakily turned the door nob, wincing with the creaking of the door. I swung it wide, closing my eyes tight expecting to be punched as soon as I spoke.
"He-hello. Might I ask what this is a-a-about?" I asked, fear drenching my words.
"Oh, um yes, hello. I'm, uh... your new roommate. I was a bit late to the start of the school year. I'm here now, though. Might I ask what you're about?" Asked a young man's voice. I opened my eyes and took him in. He had freckles and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
"Might I ask what you mean?" I questioned, allowing him to enter the room. He walked in and set his stuff down sloppily.
'Well, we'll get along just fine.' I thought, looking at what mess I already had.
"Well, you seemed a bit frightened of my being here." He answered.
"That's because it's four in the morning and-"
"Where that is true I have to say that you didn't act like someone was knocking at your door in the middle of the night. Rather, you acted as if it were a murderer attempting to break in. Though what your words made it seem that you figured it was going to be a normal encounter your face and actions would beg to differ." The young man retorted. This guy is good, way good. I offered to let him sit on my bed so that we could get better acquainted and he happily accepted.
"So, what's your name?" I asked as I settled myself down on the bed.
"Oh, right! Sorry, I always forget that part of introductions," The young man said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "My name is John Laurens."
"Alexander Hamilton," I stated, holding my hand out for him to shake. He grasped my hand and shook firmly, I could tell he'd shaken many hands in his time. 'Wait... what? I could tell that- Why am I making my own thoughts awkward!?' I screeched in my head.
"Now," I began again, "Can you tell me why you knocked instead of entering? I assume you have a key, yes?"
"Well yes, of course. But, tell me, would you really have been at any more ease than you were when you opened that door if you found a strange man sleeping in the bed across from your's?" John asked. I began to laugh. It was a pretty funny thought, after all.
"No, I suppose not." I chuckled, trying to regain composure.
"So, any friends? Names of friends?" John asked, looking expectantly at me. I froze. I couldn't even come up with a lie. I shook my head.
"Unimportant. What about you?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Hercules and Lafayette. They moved into the dorm next to this one just now." He answered.
"Just now? How did you manage to get here so late? And why?"
"Um, we live far off. We got the time zones all switched around. I'm probably gonna have jet lag for a bit." John explained as he laughed lightly. I sighed as I looked into his eyes. They were a deep brown, like an ocean of chocolate. Mmm, that sounds good. A chocolate ocean.
"Hey, I'm getting a little tired. G'night, Alex." John said as he yawned. I felt a bubble get caught in my throat. "Alex". My mother... my father... my cousin... they called me that once. They called me that when I was young.
"Yeah. G-goodnight, John." I stuttered as I watched him walk to his bed. I lay down on my bed, facing the wall with my back to John. I curled myself up a little bit in a failed attempt at comfort. I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep, but I didn't have a big problem with that. I'm honestly just glad that John doesn't know what's happened... that he doesn't hate me like everyone else.
John's POV
I couldn't sleep. Alex's-Alexander's face kept showing up in my mind. He seemed so scared when I opened the door, and he started fidgeting when I asked about his friends. Not only that, but he seemed pained and startled when I called him Alex. I won't ask him why, after all, I have my own secrets to preserve. Still, I can't help but wonder about that name. Hamilton... who are you?
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Fanfic(MODERN! EVERYONE'S IN COLLEGE! Continue at your leisure.) The orphan, the punching bag, the underdog, the freak show, the immigrant. All of these are the words to describe this one student at the college. He can't seem to catch a break from the con...
