The last year of college.
Squished into an uncomfortable dorm room is Marquis de Lafayette, Alexander Hamilton, and the dreaded Thomas Jefferson.
A room over, Aaron Burr, Hercules Mulligan, and John Laurens.
God help them all.
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Hamilton
I wake up to Lauren's arms tightly wrapped around me, holding me close. He's really warm, but when I look to the clock, I see that it's nearly dinner. How long have we been sleeping like this? And when did he get here?
I look up and out the window, then everything clicks when I see the excess water slowly trickling down the glass. Oh. There was a storm.
I turn to look back at him, and my heart starts pounding as I look over his freckles and curly hair. It's out from its usual ponytail. And it's fucking adorable. I slide a hand out from his grip, and bring it up to start playing with the curls.
I pull one, then let it go. Boing. I giggle softly and keep pulling at his hair, when finally he wakes up, groggy eyed and a mess. He peeks open and eye and lifts an eyebrow, yawning as he sits up right.
"You feeling better, little shit?" I gasp and he grins, mussing up my hair.
"Now, who you callin' little shit?" He laughs, standing up slowly. Nuuuu, don't goooo. He smirks at my expression, running his hand through my hair again.
"Alex, I would stay, but it's nearly dinner." He looks back to the clock, wincing at the time. "And Jefferson's already pissed off enough as it is." He turns to go, when I grab his arm.
"Hey, Jackie?" He turns back to me, a worried expression on his face.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for staying with me when I needed it." He smiles, pressing his lips to my forehead.
"No problem, love." He heads out, closing the door slowly.
"I love you.."
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When I step out, Jefferson rolls his eyes, standing up from his seat on the couch.
"Look everyone, the king has awoken." I sneer at him, grabbing the paper that he holds out to me.
"The only king we have is George, and he's gonna need a lot more manners if he wants to be king." Jefferson snorts. "Needs to stop referring to entire countries as his girlfriends. It's creepy." Another snort.
My eyes run over the paper quickly, then stop when I see the names Thomas and Alexander right next to each other. A paired debate. And we were put together. Of fucking course. I look back to him, and he looks just as annoyed as I am.
"You didn't try to separate us?" For a second his face seems to heat up and he has nothing to say, but then he shakes it off and shrugs.
