Orphanage AU: Lams

Chapter 1: Roomate?!

Yes the title is crazy cliché. I have no creativity. Ok, so this is my first fanfiction, and the first time I've ever even tried to write a story. Please don't hate on it, but constructive criticism is more than welcome because my writing is absolutely terrible. I won't stop you from reading, but you have been warned: my writing is true crap.

---Alex's POV---

"Washington, you asked to see me?" Washington was sitting behind his dark, wooden desk. Some guy seemed to be hunched over some paperwork or the like, so all I could see was a ponytail of gorgeous brown corkscrew curls.

"Hamilton, come in," Washington said unnecessarily, "Have you met John Laurens?"

The man turned around and smiled. I stared. Bright green eyes, a happy face and so many adorable freckles.

"Alexander?" Washington's voice snapped me out of my stare and I felt myself blush faintly as I offered my hand.

"N-no, I-we haven't met, I believe," I managed.

The guy that must have been Laurens flashed an easygoing smile and shook my hand. "John Laurens in the place to be!"

I managed to offer my own name, still staring at those bright eyes.

"Ahem..." Washington shifted in his chair awkwardly and gestured at us. I looked down to realize I hadn't let go of his hand. I blushed and reluctantly pulled my hand back.

Washington smiled, "Glad you two are acquainted," he said, raising his eyebrows a millimeter at me. I blushed harder. "John's going to be working here too, and since he is going to be rooming with you I figured you could show him the ropes?"

My roommate. "I'd love to," I squeak, "C-c-c-come on, let's go." I stuttered, cursing myself. Talk Hamilton, goddammit. He nodded shyly and I picked up one of his suitcases, covered unapologetically in turtles. Cute. "We can bring your stuff to the counselor dorms before I show you around."

"I can carry-" John started, picking up his other suitcase, but I waved him off.

"I got you man, don't sweat it."

We walked out of the room, and Washington called after me, "Don't forget coffee or we'll all be sorry!"

John glanced at me. "He gets grumpy without his coffee?"

I giggled at the thought of Washington throwing a temper tantrum because of a lack of coffee. I giggled. "Nope, he's talking about me. He drinks coffee too, but he doesn't need it. Me? I can't survive without café."

John laughed as we headed up the stairs, looking at the art that was posted on the wall. Beaming, he taped a picture of a turtle, on a wall labeled "World's Best Animal" in bold lettering. "Nice choice, kid," he commented to the paper.

I smiled excitedly. "Oh, yeah that's Phillip, easily the cutest kid in the orphanage. Don't tell anyone I said that, we're not supposed to pick favorites, but he's super cute and smart. You're gonna love him. Come to think of it, he looks a lot like you." We'd almost reached my- our room.

John raised his eyebrows. Was he... blushing? "Y-you just low-key called me cute," he pointed out timidly.

Come and see the human tomato, Alexander Hamilton. "I-uuh-OH, um, we're here! Welcome to room 1776!" I fumbled with my keys until I found the right one and managed to open the dorm door. "Ta-da! Sorry it's such a mess dude, I didn't know I was getting a roommate," I explained hastily. Tucking away my books onto a shelf, I tried my best to pile all my papers together with the other.

"Hey, it's no biggie, we can clean up later."

He set his stuff down and stacked the papers for me. I shot him a grateful grin as I shut my laptop.

I'd ask him about his past, but the way he looked at me- almost as if apprehensively expecting it- caused me to shut my mouth. He didn't seem like he wanted to talk. I never wanted to field questions regarding my past either, so I decided to keep a lid on the questions, and keep an eye out for triggers and cautious subjects.

John's face took on a cheerier light and he motioned to the door. "You can show me round and we'll neaten up tonight yeah?"

"Nonono, I can clean it up, you get settled," I protested, but he grabbed my arm and hauled me out the door. I blushed a little at the contact but didn't resist, reluctantly letting him lead me outside.

"So," he beamed, "where to?"

---John's POV---

I heard footsteps behind me, and then a voice, with the tiniest undercurrent of rushed, nervous note said, "Mr. Washington, you asked to see me?"

"Hamilton, come in," Washington said, though it seemed the man in the doorway-Hamilton- already had. "Have you met Laurens?" He asked as I finished my paperwork and handed it to him, smiling nervously.

I turned to see a pulled back ponytail of jet-black hair. He seemed somewhat of a mess, but in a cute, awkward way.

"Alexander?"

"N-no I don't think we've met." he seemed nervous, but I noticed he seemed very comfortable with Mr. Washington. He held out a hand. I shook it. The hand was cool, and had calluses that indicated a lot of writing.

"Alexander Hamilton, my name is Alexander Hamilton," he said, seemingly unconscious of the odd cadence of his voice as he said his own name. He had on a shirt that said Everyday Non-Stop like you're Running out of Time.

Mr. Washington cleared his throat and I dropped Alexander's hand, which I'd kinda been holding.

He helped me carry my bags out and Washington called out after us as we left walked down the hallway.

"He's talking about me. Washington drinks coffee too, but he doesn't need it. Me? I can't survive without café." WHAT? Alexander speaks Spanish? I was already helplessly in love.

When I looked at Alexander, I could definitely see bags under his eyes. His skinny body seemed to suggest he practically survived off coffee.

Wall showed art and colorful posters that peppered the light green walls. I noticed there were two names I was repeatedly seeing, Theodore Burr and Philip Hamilton... I wondered if they were related?

"That's Phillip." I turned to Alexander when I heard him chuckle at my delight. "Easily the cutest kid in the orphanage." For the first time since we met, Alex unconsciously dropped the timidness that surrounded him. "Don't tell anyone I said that, we're not supposed to pick favorites, but he's super cute and smart." Alexander rambled on, his face lit up and a genuine smile shone on his face. God he must love this kid.

Noticing I was staring at Alexander's face, watching him talk, I quickly brought my attention back to what he was saying. "He looks a lot like you."

My face must have been on fire. He seemed oblivious to the connection, meaning it's what he actually thought and he wasn't, like, mocking me or anything. Or maybe he was just a good actor.

"Y-you just low-key called me cute."

Alexander turned bright red and opened the door to the room, mumbling something and stuttering profusely before collecting himself.

"Welcome to room 1776!"

Everyday Non-Stop like you're Running out of Time was definitely a good description of the vibe I was getting from the room and pretty much everything about Alexander. It looked like a productive whirlwind lived here.

"You can show me around and then we'll neaten up tonight, yeah?" I offered.

He snapped out of whatever he was thinking and immediately protested, but I was having none of it. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door. I don't think he even noticed the adorable squeak he emitted. "Where to?"

Wow look it's a chapter. If you're reading this it's probably because you've taken pity on me. You will now proceed to gently escort me out of the writing section and back to the reading section of Wattpad, where I belong. Thanks for reading anyway <3

    -Sincerely me