"Hey, Alex, who you dorming with?"

Alex looked at his taller friend, Hercules, with a tired sigh. For his first year of college, he wanted to dorm with someone he at least somewhat knew. With his luck, he knew he wouldn't get Laurens or one of his friends. But maybe he could've at the least gotten Burr or perhaps Robert Troup (an old friend from high school). However, he was with a stranger and all he could do was pray to the flying spaghetti monster in the sky that his roommate wasn't a dick.

"Someone named James Madison," Alex answered.

Currently, Alex was at a coffee shop that was on campus with his boyfriend, John Laurens, and his friends, Hercules and Lafayette.

"Really?" Hercules questioned with a smile, "That's my cousin man!"

That was actually some good news! Hercules was great company, so James probably wouldn't be too terrible. Alex hopes the boy wouldn't be the spitting image of Hercules though. Not that Alex doesn't love Hercules, he just thinks Herc might be a difficult roommate.

"Who did you guys get then?" Alex queried about to take a drink of the coffee in front of him. Black, of course.

At the question, Lafayette's entire face lit up "I have Hercules!"

"Gonna be the best roommates ever," Hercules pounded his fist with excitement. The loud man stuck out a fist to which Lafayette bumped with his own, making a small explosion noise at the end.

Alex made eye contact with Laurens, both knowing that Herc and Laf being roommates might make them hate each other or make them realize their unbearably in love.

Back in high school, Alex and John just thought Lafayette had a crush on Hercules. Every time Hercules even glanced at the french boy his cheeks would flush crimson. However, after time, they realized the small, extra things Hercules did for the french boy that seemed an awful lot like boyfriend material.

Somehow both Hercules and Lafayette were oblivious to each other's pining.

John spoke up finally on who his own roommate was, "I got Thomas Jefferson."

"Oh! C'est mon ami! From France!" Lafayette grinned.

John's lips turned downwards in a contemplating frown, "Is he...nice?"

Alex glanced back to the french man who had his brown eyes squinted and his head tilted like a lost puppy, "Thomas is kind to those he loves."

Alex narrowed his eyes skeptically at his friend's comment, "And to those he doesn't?

"You have to think positive," Lafayette replied, careful with his words, "Thomas is not rude unless he isn't fond."

Hercules smiled and patted John on the back, "Then we have nothing to worry about, everyone loves John!"

For some reason, Alex wasn't very keen on this Jefferson. He didn't even know why he hadn't even met him yet. There was always a chance that Thomas Jefferson would befriend Alex, but something about this guy rubbed him the wrong way. Jefferson rooming with Alex's boyfriend only made his dislike for the man stronger. And as much as Alex didn't want Jefferson to hate John and make his life a living hell, Alex also didn't feel exactly comfortable with Jefferson loving John.

"Tell me more about Mr. Jefferson?"

Lafayette sat, "..His house is..Virginia and he can be self-absorbed."

"Lives in Virginia..." Alex raised an eyebrow, "...and he's a conceited jerk."

Lafayette gasped, "Mon Ami! I didn't mean that, but it's true.."

Alex was starting to like him even less! He's a selfish country boy who can hold a mean grudge. Lafayette has barely said anything positive about his francophile friend.

"He...knows our Angelica!" Lafayette brought up in hopes to bring Thomas up in a brighter light.

"Who knows me?"

Alex startled at the voice, but he turned and saw Angelica, standing with Alexander's ex-girlfriend, Eliza.

Alex and Eliza had dated for three years in high school but Alex had cheated on her with Maria Lewis, and then Alex somehow confessed he had a crush on John. He and Eliza still remained good friends though, it seemed impossible for the girl to hold a grudge.

"Our friend Thomas Jefferson!" Lafayette clarified.

Angelica's mouth landed in an 'o' as she sat down, purse on her lap, "yes, I remember him. I slapped him in the face."

Eliza gasped from the side of her sister, "Angie!"

Angelica just shrugged, having no regrets for slapping the man.

Now Alex knew Angelica would slap anyone on earth, but only if she had a reason for them. The woman would never slap someone, unprompted.

Alex took another sip of the bitter coffee, with a frown. Poor John, stuck with an awful Virginian prick who was on Angelica's bad side.

"Where's Peggy?" John asked.

"Oh, Peggy's meeting with her new dance teacher," Eliza smiled brightly, "She didn't want us to wait s-"

Eliza stopped speaking within a matter of seconds which seemed strange. When you got one of the Schuyler sisters talking about their family, they'd rarely pause, even to take a breath. But Eliza had just stopped dead in her tracks, her brown eyes gazing ahead, staring at something...nay someone.

Lafayette, Angelica, and John have already caught onto who made her end her sentence short.

Maria Lewis.

"...I'm gonna talk to her," Eliza said firmly, her eye's not leaving the girl.

"Mon chéri! Vous ne devez pas!"

Maria Lewis was the girl Alex had slept with, whilst he was dating Eliza. Out of all of Alexander Hamilton's mistakes, that was his worst. He had hurt Eliza and broke her heart, Angelica and Peggy would barely even glance at him for the longest time. Now it was better, but it would have been better if Alex had just told Eliza he was in love with his best friend, instead of sleeping with the nearest vulnerable girl.

"After all, she's rooming with my baby sister," Eliza mentioned, but before anyone could say a word she was walking towards the girl in red.

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as Eliza tapped on Maria's red blouse, with a friendly smile.

The group couldn't hear a word either girl said. After a while, they saw Eliza say something with her, "heartfelt" face which she wears a lot. And then they witnessed Maria bursting into fresh tears and hug their friend as if her life depended on. Eliza hugged her right back, with a comforting smile as her hand patted the crying girl's back.

After a few more seconds the two pulled apart and Eliza said something along the lines of, "Ham fou, Tank choo, or thank you." and then made her way back to the table as if she didn't make a girl cry in the middle of a college coffee shop.

"Hey...what happened?" Hercules asked after Eliza had just sat in silence for a solid minute.

"Oh, nothing," Eliza waved her hand.

All of the boys glanced at Angelica for any assistance but she shrugged with a smile.

Alex rolled his eyes and leaned over to rest his head on John's shoulder, even though he knew doing so would make John incredibly flustered.

Alex wished he and John would be roommates instead of having Thomas Jefferson and….who did Alex have again? ..something Madison.

Hopefully, John and Alex liked the roommates they received. It did seem that they pulled the short sticks of the group though. Hercules and Lafayette were paired and Eliza and Angelica would be perfect roommates, they've been living with each other their entire lives! And Peggy at least got someone they went to school with!

Maybe Madison and Jefferson would be willing to share a dorm so Alex and his boyfriend could. Of course, Alex would survive having Madison, but… he and John got along perfectly. If they lived together they could have movie nights in their PJs, adopt a turtle together (even though campus didn't allow pets), the immigrant even anticipated the two of them arguing like a married couple over who would do the dishes.

He had to look on the bright side, he was in college, he had a loving boyfriend, his friends by his side, a future degree in law, and a million things he had to do. And that was now accompanied by making a new friend out of his new roommate.
God, Alex hoped he wasn't bad.

"I uh.. Hi, I'm your roommate..er James Madison," He phrased it as a question as if he didn't know his name.

It was crazy, Alex thought. Madison was nearly a spitting image of Hercules. If Hercules was two heads shorter and wore sweater vests all the time.

When Alex was picturing this so-called cousin of Hercules, he imagined someone more muscular and perhaps intimidating. James Madison was nothing of the sort.

"My name is Alexander Hamilton," Alex smiled, hoping to ease some of his future roommate's nerves, "Pleasure to put a face to the name."

Both of them were standing in ta small make-shift living room. It was an apartment-style dorm, which happened to be a bit more expensive than the traditional, but at least they would have their own bedrooms.

Alex would probably annoy the shit out of James at 2 in the morning if they had to share a room.

"...I-.." James began, but quickly cut his words short so he could think of what was going to come out of his mouth, "Do you know Aaron Burr?"

"I do! You're friends?"

"uhm...I..think?"

Alex smiled and nodded, understanding what Madison meant. Alex knew Burr, they had since high school, despite Burr going to the opposing school. Alex was never really able to put a label on the confusing relationship he had with Burr but if he had to he'd probably put Frenemies.

The immigrant guessed James was also in the opposing school, joined with Burr.

"So anything I should know about you?" Alex prompted, "Like are you gonna bring a ton of people back here or like do you do milk then cereal?"

James shook his head 'no', "I don't go out on many dates, cereal then milk. But uh I'm sick very often so if you also have a weak immune system we might want to change dorm partners."

Alex didn't see it at first but, James did look like he was one of those kids who were constantly sick, whether it be allergies or just constant illness.

"No, I have a great immune system," Alex assured him. Which it wasn't a lie; the last time he was sick it was yellow fever. With his mom.

From what he knew so far James wasn't bad! Not at all. He didn't look like a threat in the slightest. He was sickly and he somehow managed to be shorter than Alex himself, which that didn't happen often.

Alex felt perfectly confident that he could survive his first college year with...goddamn it. What was his name?

A/N: Hey! I was going to make James Madison a bit taller than Alex but THEN I googled their heights and learned James Madison was hella short. He is, in fact, the shortest U.S. president. He was 5'4! Still taller than me but dfghjk. Alexander Hamilton wasn't even that short! Aaron was shorter than Hamilton!

And to clarify Madilton will not be a ship in this, I simply wanted to create a base for their friendship. The ships will be Lams, Mullette, Jeffmads, and TheoBurr.
It's up to you guys who Maria will end up with. Angelica, Eliza, or Peggy. Or someone else idc