A Testament to His Pain

Aaron Burr, Sir

Start: ~05/08/2017~
End:   ~ ___________~           

John:

I sit in the coffee shop outside my new campus with a cup of overpriced tea in front of me; luckily my friends aren't here to berate me for my choice of tea in a coffee shop. Knowing them, they would make it front page news in the New York Times- or at least die trying. I roll my eyes at my own thoughts and smile slightly to myself.

Gazing around the shop, I realize every booth and table is completely filled apart from my own. I shrug as I look back down at my sketch. Turtles swimming in a crystal blue ocean amongst the currents. I'm busy grinning- they're turtles, what's not to love?- when I hear a polite cough that's intended to catch my attention.

"Excuse me, sir, but do you mind me sitting here to complete some work? Everywhere else is full," He explains apologetically, clutching a leather bound notebook nearly identical to my own. I smile and nod, gesturing him to sit. "Sure. Are you here for college?" He nods, looking nervous. "Don't look so worried about it. Who's your roommate?" He pulls out a sheet of paper and his eyes rake the page. "Aaron Burr."

"I knew him in middle school!" I exclaim, "Nice enough, bit boring though. So what's your name?"

He blinks. "Alexander Hamilton. And you are?"

 "John Laurens, pleasure to meet you," I grin as I hold out my hand. His chocolate eyes bore into my own when he takes my hand. I can feel a blush creeping up my face so I avert my gaze.

For the next few hours we work in comfortable silence. I keep glancing up at him, amazed by how fast and how much he's writing. I turn to a new page in my book and I begin to sketch the cute boy in front of me. The waitress reminds us there's ten minutes until the shop closes. Alexander mutters something about using the restroom, closing his notepad and quickly hurrying off. I close mine too, looking around the now empty shop.

 My eyes clamp on a notice on the counter. "Job Vacancy- barrista needed." Finally. I need money desperately since my poor excuse for a father has only paid for college fees and literally nothing else. I approach the girl at the counter who's around my age. "Hey, is the position taken?" I ask her and she lets out a breath. "Are you interested? Please be interested! I'm so sick of doing this every night on my own," She frowns. "So can I apply for the job..." I glance at her name tag, "Theodosia?"

We talk for a minutes and I land a job interview tomorrow afternoon. Alexander returns to our booth and packs away his notebook into his bag. On the way out, he smiles at me. "See you around." I nod. "Bye!" I pick up my notepad and leave the shop with a departing wave at Theodosia.

Alex:

That John was attractive. Like really good looking, I say internally as I let myself into my new dorm room, only to find someone sitting on the other bed. My hackles raise until I realise that it must be my roommate that I haven't met yet. He has something in his ears so I tap him on his shoulder. He jumps slightly and takes out the wire things. "Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?"

He raises an eyebrow. "That depends, who's asking?"

"Well sure, sir. I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm your new roommate sir; I was looking for you."

He finally smiles, and even it's small I smile back. "Oh, Hi. Um, how are you? You must be nervous."

"I'm good, great actually. I can't wait for this year to properly start because there's like a million things I haven't done, but just you wait. I am not throwing away my shot!" I babble excitedly and he looks at me strangely.

"Can I give you some advice?" I nod eagerly, anticipating some survival guidance on school life here but what he says shocks me. "Talk less. Seriously, please stop, you're doing my head in. Trust me, in this place, the less you say, the better you do. Smile more too. It makes you look more approachable so you can avoid conflict."

I take it all in. "You can't be serious!"

"You want to get ahead?" He murmurs.

"Yeah, but not in silence! I want my voice to be heard!"

I notice him shake his head. My eyes turn into fire balls. "So what, I shouldn't express my opinions on anything incase it causes conflict? If that's the way all Americans think, then how the hell did Trump get elected for president?"

"People voted for him. It's called a democracy, originated from- anyway before I get off topic, that's not what I'm saying." He frowns. "Just don't let them know what you're for or against straight away. Let them get to know and like you first and when you do reveal your true feelings they won't hate you as much and will be less likely to attack you metaphorically. Fools who run their mouths off wind up hurt, or worse..."

At this point a few loud bangs echoe through the room, originating from the door. Burr looks at me with pleading eyes and I grumble as I walkover to the door, and when I open it, I'm exposed to various fluorescent purples, magentas and pinks.

"Hey you, take my coat," he sneers, trying to make himself look superior to me. He shoves his jacket into my arms and I look down at it for a few seconds. I let it drop the floor. His face is a picture.

"Do I look like your servant? I scowl at him, crossing my arms.

He contemplates this for a second and then smirks. "No, you look like a tramp. I have no idea why they would let a vagrant into this prestigious school. What did you do, beg your way in?" He scoffs loudly.

"I'd rather beg than ask daddy for money that you have never worked a day in your life for!" I grit my teeth at the same time I clench my fists in anger.

"Why, can't ask yours for any?" He sneers and then he notices my hesitation. I struggle to collect myself.

"Woah, calm down guys, let's be sensible!" Burr tries to coax us to stop fighting but, obviously, we don't take any notice.

"Don't talk about my father," I warn quietly, narrowing my eyes dangerously at him.

"Sensitive, are we? What's wrong, is Daddy dead?" I refuse to answer, adverting my eyes and counting to try to calm myself down.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Number ten

I see his fucking smug face, and I lunge at the stupid prick in front of me. Burr manages to grab me before I can cause any real damage. I glare at the git silently laughing at me from behind Burr.

"Alexander, take a walk and compose yourself," Burr sighs, frustrated

I turn on him. "You can't kick me out of my own dorm!"

"Just watch me," he says simply. He quickly pushes me out and locks the door.

"Fine! Kick me out! I don't fucking care, just remember to kick yourselves up the Arse for being dick heads, you little pieces of shit!" I kick the door every time I curse and I groan. Fuck. I needed to do some work to prepare for tomorrow's first lesson and I wanted to do it in my dorm.

Luckily I still have my bag. Time to go to the library.

~1276 words~

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