The First Day
Alexander Hamilton was always extremely punctual. That was his natural way. He was never late or never early, except for today. Today he had been held up by his slightly annoying foster parents and was late to the bus. He was there now, at around 10 pm. He walked into the dorm kiosk and received his key, climbing the five stories and crossing the long hall to his dorm. He looked at the door. 537. He put the key in and turned, pushing the door open. To his surprise, one side of the room was completely decorated yet no one was in there. Alex simply set his few things down, staring at his blank wall and sighing, angry that the rest of his stuff wouldn’t arrive until next week.
Alex put away the clothes he had and then watched a figure glide by his door. He looked out and was shocked to recognize the man. “Excuse me? Sir!” He called. The man stopped and turned with confusion. “You’re Aaron Burr, correct? I heard you were going here! I’m Alexander Hamilton, I was seeking the same course as you. I just wanted to know how you managed to graduate so early and get into another college so quickly? I mean if you don’t wanna tell me, a total stranger, that’s cool. I just really admire you.”
Burr smiled. “Great to meet you Mr. Hamilton. Can I buy you a drink? The bar isn’t too far and you seem to have a story I may want to hear.” Alex smiled and nodded, so the two walked. Alex talked the whole time and Burr simply smiled and nodded. Burr sometimes explained his life, but prefered to let Alex talk. They soon reached the Bar and Burr opened the door, suddenly freezing. “Of course they’re here,” He muttered.
Alex looked to the table Burr was glaring at and spotted three men laughing and joking. One looked over and grinned. He was buff and had a large blue band wrapped around his head. He waved the two over, and Burr sighed as he stormed over. Alex watched as all three started cracking jokes at him. Then one turned and Alex almost felt his heart skip a beat when he smiled. He was covered with freckles and had large curly hair, pulled up in a ponytail of sorts. “Hey Burr, who’s this?” He asked.
Burr looked over and smiled. “That would be Alexander Hamilton. He’s new. Oh and Laf, he’s got your room.”
The one nearest to Alex looked over and grinned. “Monsieur Hamilton, the prodigal roommate, great to meet you. My name is Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. Feel free to call me Lafayette.” His French accent was heavy and thick. He stuck out his hand to Alex with a smile on his face. Alex shook it and sat down, watching as Burr and the one who had waved them over start arguing. Lafayette rolled his eyes. “This one here is Hercules Mulligan, and the one who can’t seem to stop staring is John Laurens.”
John jumped and cleared his throat. “Nice to meet you.” He opened his mouth to say more but something by the door caught his eye. His eyes widened and he kicked Herc, pointing at the door. Herc gasped and tapped Laf, turning his head. Alex looked over and saw a tall man standing there in an army outfit. He looked at Lafayette, who had covered his mouth and he noticed tears forming. Laf stood and ran over to the man by the door, the two wrapping their arms around each other. “Who would have thought Washington would have come back so soon.” John whispered with a grin.
Alex was confused. “Who?”
Burr, Herc, and John looked over and grinned. Burr and John nodded at Herc who cleared his throat. “Long ago a young french immigrant named Lafayette entered America. He had finally gotten his papers and was finally a legal American citizen. He was walking around Washington D.C. when he stumbled upon a man standing outside a shop. Lafayette was blown away by this man’s attractiveness and used his ‘assets’ to his best ability. It worked. The man’s name was George Washington and the two became inseparable. Then Lafayette was to go away to Princeton and George was to serve in the army. Lafayette was alone for a year, missing his beloved George. On this night, his love returned.” Herc bowed and was applauded by John and Burr, who were also in hysterics.
Alex smiled. “So they’ve been together for a while?”
Herc nodded. “A good year and a half now. I think they planned to get married soon as well, with Washington being away so much.” Alex smiled and watched the two, trying to make out what they were saying. “Well Burr and I should be heading back.”
Burr looked offended. “Since when did you decide when we go to our dorm?” Herc grinned and picked up Burr bridal style and walked off.
Alex turned to John who was once again staring. Alex felt his cheeks burning up and felt relieved when Lafayette started walking over. “Alex, shall we head to the dorm? My beloved has to leave and I don’t trust John with you alone.” John looked offended for a second, but looked hurt as Alex nodded. “Let's go Monsieur.” The two walked off, and as Alex approached the door he turned to see John waving with a grin.
***
Alex followed Lafayette into their room. 537. “The flags make sense now.” Alexander remarked.
Lafayette laughed. “Once a Frenchman, always a Frenchman.”
Alex nodded. “I’m quite fluent in French as well.”
“Oh vraiment ami?” Lafayette sat on his bed, raising an eyebrow and smirking. He had assumed he’d caught Alexander in a lie.
Alexander laughed. “Oh vous pouvez parier qu'il est vrai . J'ai passé de nombreuses années d'apprentissage et je suis très fier de mes progrès” Lafayette mocked Alexander before laughing, and throwing himself under his covers and shutting his eyes. Alex got under his covers and laid down. He shut his eyes and was shocked that the first image that came to his mind was John’s face. Covered from head to toe in freckles, wide-eyed, and a smile that made Alex smile even now. He felt himself drifting to sleep, a gentle blush on his cheeks.