(Art belongs to midnigtartist on Tumblr. I just found this and I love it, so yeah. I have no excuses ~Gigi)
Things to know: (h/l) = hair length (h/c) = hair color (s/c) = skin color (f/c) = favorite color (y/n) = your name (y/l/n) = your last name
AU: College AU/Modern AU
Story Summary: Alexander is a grumpy as hell and rather rude college student who refuses to sleep- whose new roommate is an equally as bad tempered insomniac girl. It seems matches can be made in heaven, or rather, hell.
TW: Swearing, suicidal thoughts/suggesting suicidal thoughts
Alexander slumped in his desk looking down at the 50-page essay he just spent 12 hours on. While his friends were out partying, going to Frat parties and getting hammered on the weekend, he was sitting in a chair in his dorm room, typing up long ass essays. He sighed, deciding to try to proof read the long as hell essay. Who needs sleep? He thought. I'll sleep when I'm dead. Well, thank God for modern technology. At least he could type it out and didn't have to write it- well, either way, he probably had carpal tunnel.
And for over a half hour, he spent it proofreading the essay. But just as he finished that and began typing out the conclusion, the front door creaked open. He rose a brow, then checked the clock on the bottom right corner of the computer screen. It was 11:25 PM. He knew he was getting a new roommate after his old one got kicked out for having drugs on campus, but this late at night? Well, maybe they just took night classes then.
Sighing, he stood up and saved his essay a total of 5 times by pressing the button at the top of the screen, and went to meet his new roommate. Once he reached the short hallway to the door, he was surprised to find a woman in the doorway. She had (h/l) (h/c), and (s/c) skin, dressed in an (f/c) t-shirt under a loose red coat, ripped up jeans, and black boots. The woman stared at him for a second, and Alexander was immediately taken aback by the deep bags under her eyes, as large and profound as his.
"Hey." She said, her tone almost flat. "So, I guess I'm your new roommate." Alex furrowed his brows at the statement, nodding numbly. He was exhausted, and she could tell.
"Yeah... I guess." "What's your name, man?" She asked, setting her bag she was holding on her shoulder down for a few seconds as the strap dug into her shoulder. "Um... Alexander Hamilton. Yours?" "(Y/n L/n)." She replied simply, looking around. "Anyways, can we skip the pleasantries? Where's the spare room?" A bit taken aback by her curtness but at the same time very pleased, Alexander gestured for her to follow. Y/n picked her bag back up, following Alex to the second bedroom, the one down the hall from his. Deciding to at least act like a gentleman, he opened the door for her. She gave a brief nod, then went inside, setting her suitcase and bag on the bed.
The room itself was very empty; only a plain twin-sized bed, the window to the left of the bed, a closet, and a dresser. "Thanks.. uh, Alexander, wasn't it?" She said, looking at him, almost surprised he was still leaning in the doorway. "Call me Alex if it's easier to remember." He gave Y/n an almost cute lopsided smile, then left the room. Sighing, Y/n shut the door, then turned to her bags. "Shit.." She mumbled, walking over to clean them out.
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It didn't take long for her to finish unpacking since she didn't own many things, but she still wasn't tired. She checked the clock on her phone, and it was almost 12 o'clock. Y/n sighed, crashing onto her bed. She scrolled through YouTube for a second before playing a song.
"I take these pills to make me thin.
I dye my hair, and cut my skin.
I tried everything, to make them see me,
But all they see, is someone that's not me.Even when I'm walking on a wire,
Even when I set myself on fire,
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible?
Every day I try to look my best,
Even though inside I'm such a mess.
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible?"
Alexander looked up from his laptop and got up from the small desk in his room to look down the hall at her room. The walls were so thin he could hear it clearly.
Here inside, my quiet hell,
You cannot hear, my cries for help.
I tried everything, to make them see me,
But everyone, see's what I can't be.
Even when I'm walking on a wire,
Even when I set myself on fire,
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible?
Every day I try to look my best,
Even though inside I'm such a mess.
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible?
His heart constricted in his chest at this part. Did she actually think this about herself? Sucking his breath in, he quietly went back to his room and sat at his computer. Making a new document, he began to type.
"My friend Y/n,
I know that I may not have known you for very long, a few hours in fact, but I can assure you that you are not invisible. In fact, I can tell you must have a troubling life, as is mine. Don't worry any longer, you are not alone. You are not unwanted. I know this deep down in my heart. In fact, this is my being a good friend. So, take this as a token of a new friendship.
Sincerely yours,
Alexander Hamilton."
He didn't have the strength to write anymore as the final part of the song she was playing drifted into the room.
"Sometimes when I'm alone
I pretend that I'm a queen
It's almost believable."
(End of Part 1)
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