James Madison x Reader

Moving in

You have been looking around for hours, trying to find your dorm room number. Man, being the new kid sucks. You thought, turning another corner that led to yet another dead end. You groaned turning back around.

After maybe 10 more minutes of looking around, you were back in the main lobby. You look down, frustrated with not finding your room. Then you slammed headfirst into someone. You land hard, looking up to apologize. "I'm sorry..." you say as you meet eyes with a handsome boy. "No, I'm sorry." He said, grabbing your hand, pulling you up. He studied your face. "I don't believe I know you." You smile. "Yes, I'm new. My name is Y/N." He smiled, "Nice name. I'm George Washington." You shake his hand, "Hey can you help me find my dorm room number? I'm really lost." He nodded. "Of course follow me."

After a long process, you and George finally arrive at your dorm room. "Thank you so much George." You said, shaking his hand. He shakes back, "No problem."

James Pov:

I was nervous. I was getting a new roommate. What if they're like Thomas? All clingy and shit. I paced the room, back and forth, back and forth. "Maybe it's a girl." I said aloud to myself. Just then, the door opened, to reveal this beautiful girl. Like stunning.

After she shut the door, she looked at me, her eyes staring at me.

Your Pov:

After you walked in, there was this guy. He had dark skin, brown patted curly hair. And his eyes were .... nice. "Um, hi." You said, holding your hand out. He shook it, holding a bit too long but he eventually let go. "H..hi.. Im..I'm James...mes... Ma...Mad...ison." He said, stuttering a great deal. "Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." You looked around the small space which was the living room.

"So, which room is mine?" James looked at you. "I took the one on the right. So yours is on the left. Hope you don't mind." He said, pointing a shaky finger down the hall. You nod, thanking him.

Walking down the hall, you find your room. You bump the door open with your hip, then proceed into the room. You waddle to the bed, then dumped all your stuff onto it. "God damn, I have a lot of stuff."

After a long time organizing your stuff, you jump on my bed, landing face first. Snuggling up in the sheets, you place in your earbuds. You pick your favorite playlist, then close your eyes, bopping your head to the beat.