Helpless.

Prologue

John Laurens, known as Jack or Jacky by close friends and family. He was a art and photography major. How he afforded it? Well it was simple, he was smooching off his father without even knowing.

Asking.
Pleading.

It was his final course that his father would approve of,the dorm room was the same layout as all the others but one difference. There was another bed meaning someone else would have to share with him.

"Hopefully they don't mind me staying out late..." John had mumbled to himself as he unpacked what he had in some boxes. There was a desk near the door,either two chairs. On the desk there laid nothing but outlets. One window which he planned and hoped to have covered if the roommate would allow, the walls were a light brown color (like coffee but with a lot of creamer in it). He sat on a bed near a wall.

John put his laptop and pencil bag on one side of the desk and plugged in the charger for the laptop.  He unpacked a green pillow and a blanket. He noticed the closet and the bathroom door he walked in the sink a shower and a toilet. Bare essentials, he unpacked his toiletries and put it on one side of the sink letting the other side to the roommate if he ever would show up. John then rushed into the main room again and unpack his easel and cameras. The easel was as tall as him I'm a way so he can reach a top of the canvas easily. He out it in between the beds and put the cameras and the lenses on his side of the desk and sighed.

He heard the door open and he looked at the figure at the door.

((a/n: I know that in historical times John is taller but...I wanted to make it different ))

The figure was taller than him holding one box. Raven colored hair, brow eyes. A little beard growing at the end of his chin. In a definition that John would say, "Beautiful..." He mumbled

"Excuse me?" The tan skin had spoken in a small carribian accent. The man's cheeks cheeks dusted up with pink. A beat later he stammered out his name, "My name...um...My name is Alexander Hamilton."