Basic AF Lams College AU

Chapter 1

Rough Starts- 1954 words

Alex's POV

My taxi stops as I was nervously check my papers over and over. The taxi driver holds out his hand for money, and I place a twenty dollar bill in it. I know it wouldn't be enough, the drive was almost an hour long, but I don't have much money. I can't afford any more. "Sorry man!" I shout before grabbing my bag and jumping out onto the busy sidewalk.

Well then. This is a great start. I look up to see the building I was dropped of in front of. It's a huge dorm complex, and I walk through the front door to see dozens of people milling around and chatting. I just put my head down, my hood up, and walk towards one of the enormous curved stairways. I pat down my pockets, checking for my phone, wallet and dorm key before making my way up. My room is on the third floor, room 57, so it takes a while to get through the mess of people.

~itty bitty time skip because nobody wants to read about going up the stairs~

When I find my room, I walk in and find the bedroom, where one side is already taken. I drop my bag and start unpacking when a guy wearing a deep magenta hoodie walks into the room "Uhhh... Why are you in here? Who are you?"

"Oh, well, sure. I'm Alexander Hamilton," I say holding out my hand. "I'm here because this is, uh, my room?" I say, almost a question. The guy doesn't look impressed.

"You've got the wrong room. My roommate is my friend, James. I'm Thomas Jefferson," he says. He doesn't shake my hand.

"This is room 57 right?" I ask. I hope I'm not in the wrong room. This guy already seems to hate me, and I don't want to make it worse. He nods.

"Room 57. Floor four." wait, floor four? Well, shit. Thomas must see my eyes widen, because he says, "Wrong floor? happens to a bunch of freshies"

Freshies? He must mean freshmen. "I'm not a freshman," I protest. "I'm a sophomore. I came on a scholarship and-" I cut myself off. I don't need to tell this guy my life story. I'm almost finished packing up my bag when someone else comes into the room.

"Hey Thomas? We need to get- Oh, who're you?" Oh great. The roommate. "I'm sorry, I had the wrong room," I say, and rush out the door and practically fly down the stairs, almost crashing into multiple people on the way down.

I skid to a stop in front of room 57, and knock this time. I don't want to make any more stupid mistakes.

My hand is on the door knob when the door flies open. A youngish guy wearing jeans and a loose tank top stands there. Oh damn, he's cute, I think. His wild curly hair is pulled into a ponytail, and I only realize I'm staring when he says "Oh! You must be my roommate!"

"Well I hope so. I've already been to the wrong room and possibly made someone hate me, but whatever," I say, looking down to my housing paper. "You are John Laurens, right?" I ask, just to be sure.

He laughs, and I'm not sure if I'm nervous that this isn't the right guy, or or that it is. "That's me," he says, and moves over to let me in. I find the bedroom easily after my little incident, and see that the far side of the room is empty. I dump my bag on the bed, and start unpacking.

John's POV

I'm glad Alex is busy unpacking his bag now, because it gives me some time to process. Holy shit, he's cute, I think. He's wearing a deep green hoodie and jeans and I watch him over the top of my phone, hoping he doesn't catch on to me.

When Alex is done putting away all his stuff, he pulls out an old laptop and starts typing. "Dude," I say. "Classes don't start for like three days. What are you even working on?"