•~Can Two Broken Hearts make a Whole~Jeffmads~• Discontinued

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A/N: this is a modern College AU. I'm still new to writing so this might be a fluff with some angst at the beginning. Also there is suicide attempts, self harm, and eating disorder related stuff in this, so just a trigger warning. And remember that you all are beautiful and handsome and it is not worth it! Trust me I have been there is that AWFUL mindset. I'm happy that I'm in a better place now, and I know you all can get through it too. Also I was totally not listen to Hamilton while writing this.
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•James POV•
Ummm... Hi. My name is James Madison Jr. I'm a recent high school graduate of Jackson High School (A/N: in this universe all the founding fathers names are replaced with the Original Broadway cast's name's. For example: Instead of Alexander Hamilton it's Lin Manuel Miranda). I'm about to start my 1st year at Kings college. I chose a school that was kind of far away from my family.. I didn't want them insulting me every time I came home for things I couldn't help.. my immune system, my choice in clothes... my sexuality...

My entire family is homophobic.. except my mother.. She accepted my uncle when he told her He was gay. But.. now she's gone. She had died when I was 5 years old, but I remember being there when he came out and her being there for him when no one else was. But now she's gone..

It messed me up.. I'm on antidepressants, meds for my (constant) colds, anxiety meds, and many more meds.. I rarely took them anyways.. they didn't help... there was one thing that did help.. cutting.. I had been cutting ever since my freshman year of high school. And it helped me go through the tough times.. I still do it because I have no other way of coping for now...

Anyways, I go to the dorm office and I get my dorm key. The key has the room number on it and it says "1789" it says in a fancy font. And apparently everyone has a roommate. I'm not, as some people say, a people person. But this time I'm trying to be optimistic, key word is trying. I get to the dorm and open it hesitantly.

The 1st thing I see is a very bare living room that is merged with a kitchen. The living room comes with a very ugly couch and a medium sized TV. And when you walk in there is a small hallway that leads to a bedroom with 2 beds in it.

I start to unpack in the bedroom and about a half an hour into unpacking I hear the front door open, I know I locked it again so it must be my roommate. I walk back to the living room and I am met with a tall man. He was significantly taller than me. He had a sort of Afro going on, mocha skin, a prominent scruff of facial hair on his face. He was wearing a magenta sweatshirt that had the words "Miranda: An American musical" and it had a star on it and the top of the star had a man standing with his arm pointing up.

"Heya" He says

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Sorry that it's not that good and that it's short. And I wrote this while listening to "My shot" and idk but "My Shot" makes me really creative. Anyways bye bye.