Lafayette

I sighed and smiled, stepping back to admire my work. I had just finished moving into my room after working for a couple hours. Much of what I did was put up posters of video games, plays and musicals, and places in France. I had covered the desk with books, pictures, and little figurines, and put all my clothes in the dresser and closet. I also hid my collection of classic video games in the back of the closet for safe keeping. The sheets on the bed were navy blue, my favorite color. To top it all off, I placed two flags in a thin vase on his desk: a French flag and a Pride flag.

When I was done unpacking, I had planned to meet up with my best friend, Alexander, so we could both wait for Alex's boyfriend, John, to arrive. I had met them last year when I first moved to America. Alex and I had been roommates, which was helpful, considering I couldn't speak English that well, yet, and Alexander could speak French. We met John in a bar about two months later (I could pick up languages quickly, it turned out). The two of us were fairly drunk, causing Alex to flirt with more people more often then usual. One of the people he had decided to flirt with was John, a random person sitting close to us. I recalled the day as if it was yesterday.

I giggled as Alex walked up to our oblivious fellow college student. The boy had long, fluffy hair that was pulled into a ponytail, bright hazel eyes, and freckles spattering his face. Alex had decided to use these to his advantage.

"Excuse me," Alexander tapped the boy's shoulder to get his attention. He looked up, confused. "I am sorry to bother you, but I saw you from over there and couldn't help but stare." The boy immediately blushed and stuttered.

"Uh...thank you?"

"So, tell me," the halfway wasted Alexander sat down across from the boy. "What name has this stunning piece of artwork been given?" The boy just blushed harder while I laughed louder from my place a couple tables over.

"J-John. John Laurens." The boy's voice cracked with nervousness, but Alex continued anyway.

"A pleasure to meet you, John. My name is Alexander Hamilton, but you may call me Alex." Alexander reached out and John shook his hand. Before he could pull his had away, however, Alex had kissed his knuckles. John's face was a bright red now.

"I can't tell if you're almost wasted or almost sober," John awkwardly laughed.

"Neither. I'm right in the middle, my dear." Before John could respond, Alex continued, "I'm curious; do your lovely freckles cover your whole body or just your face?"

"Um, my whole body."

"I don't believe you."

"But, I just told you-"

"Words are not enough. I need visual proof." Alexander winked, and I could tell that John was trying hard to hold back a swoon. Alex was good.

I was not surprised when Alex and John left the bar together that night, and they declared themselves boyfriends within two weeks. They had managed to get roomed together this year, which meant I had a new roommate. I didn't know who it would be, but I was always open to meeting new people. In fact, I didn't even know when this roommate would arrive-

Thud

"Dammit."

Ah, perfect timing. I poked my head out of my room to see another boy in the front room. He was just about my height, though with a larger, more muscular build. He had darker skin than me, and short-cropped hair. Although, the most obvious fact that I saw was that this boy was handsome...and that he had dropped one of his bags, but that was slightly less important. "Bonjour!" I greeted, stepping into the hall with a welcoming smile. The boy looked up and blinked.

"Uh...hello." The boy's voice was deep. I liked it. Then, I realized that I might be thinking some weird things. "Are you my roommate?" The boy asked hesitantly.

"Oui. I go by Lafayette."

"Hercules Mulligan."

I thought for a moment. "Your name sounds familiar...this is your second year, too, yes?"

Hercules nodded. "I, uh, I'm on the football team. That's probably where you've heard it before."

"Ah, yes, that would make sense." If I was being honest, I had never seen a football game before. It was an American sport that I hadn't really heard of before the previous year, and I wasn't interested in sports anyway. Still, I wasn't one to judge what people liked to do. "Would you like some help?" I asked, eyeing Hercules' bags.

"Oh, um, sure, I guess." I went forward to take the bag that Hercules held out. My new roommate looked much more handsome up close.

"Your room is over here." I led Hercules to the room, placing the bag on the bed. I turned back, catching Hercules looking into my room for a moment. When he turned to his room, instead, his eyebrows were furrowed in an odd way. I knew that look, but put it off. "Honestly, I expected someone who plays a popular sport to be in a fraternity."

"I was," Hercules said, tossing his other things on the floor, "but it got kind of frustrating."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," I frowned. "I thought they were supposed to be fun." Hercules just shrugged. I forgot my phone was in my back pocket until it vibrated, making me jump. "Sorry, my friend is freaking out. You don't mind if I head out? Unless you need help?"

"It's fine," Hercules said.

"Alright. Au revoir!" I waved goodbye and rushed out of the dorm. Alexander had begun to text me nonstop.

Alexander: JOHN IS BACK

Alexander: GET OVER HERE

Alexander: Where are you?

Alexander: You'd better get here soon before we start doing something you don't want to walk in on.

You: I'm almost there. And I would walk in anyway you know

After a couple minutes of walking, I stopped in front of a door with the number 778 on it. I knocked and immediately heard a yelp of surprise on the other side. Someone, unmistakably John, started to laugh, while Alex grumbled, "Shut up." The door opened, and I waved at Alexander when it did. He let me in, and I hugged both him and John.

"You arrived too early," I playfully chastised.

"You showed up too late," John countered. "We were just about to start having some fun." He winked at Alex, who scoffed quietly and stood at his side.

"Me being here has not stopped you before." I waggled my eyebrows. We all laughed. "So, ah...my roommate arrived today."

"Ooooh, I know that look," Alexander smirked. "Give us the details." I shyly looked away.

"He is, well...tall, dark, and handsome."

"Yeah?" John and Alex pushed.

"And so muscular."

"Yeah?"

"And...a football player..."

John's and Alex's faces fell. "Oh."

"But, that has not stopped me before."

"Laf, you've only ever been with other nerds before," Alexander said.

"So?"

"You know you can't trust people like that."

"And you know that I like challenges like this."

"You are such a hopeless romantic." John rolled his eyes.

"It is not my fault."

"You don't even know him. You just think he looks good."

"I know. But they all start like that. First they look good, then they sound good, then the little things they do just get to me and-" I sighed and dramatically flopped down onto the couch. "Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art my Romeo?" My friends laughed at me. "Shut up."

"Dude, come on. Stop being a Disney princess on our couch."

"No."

"Don't you want to go get drinks?"

"Fine." I rolled off of the couch and stood. "Let's go."

"How do you drink that merde?" I pointed at the beers my friends held.

"Really?" John scoffed. "What about yours?"

I looked down at my paloma mimosa. "What? It is good." I teasingly sipped at the pinkish-orangish drink.

"Sure."

"I just don't think you can handle your liquor."

"Whatever, man."

The bar was already full of other college students who were drinking away their last few days of freedom.

And that's when I saw him.

"Oh, no."

"What?" Alexander questioned.

"He is here." I discreetly nodded towards the bar, where Hercules was sitting on one of the stools.

John whistled low and took a swig of his beer. "Tall, dark, and handsome, indeed." Alex slapped his boyfriend on the arm.

I sighed and leaned against my hand, gazing at my roommate. "Dieu, he is gorgeous."

"He's alone," Alex mentioned. "Go talk to him."

"He does not like me."

"How do you know?"

I looked down, trailing my finger along the lip of my glass. "He saw my flag and had...one of those faces."

"I thought you said you liked challenges," John said.

"I..." I stared at Hercules from across the room. "I'm going to do it." My friends cheered me on as I stood, chugged the rest of my tequila and champagne mix, then bravely walked towards the bar counter. Halfway there, I froze. A group of guys walked up to Hercules and patted him on the back. He smiled at them. They were his friends. I couldn't talk to him, now. As much as I hated to admit it, my friends were right. Most people like him were awful to people like me.

I backed away and went outside for a smoke.

So. This is a thing I've wanted to write for a while. There's not many Mullette stories which is odd because it seems to be a popular ship. Anyway. I'm pretty excited for Herc's POV.