Hopelessly Devoted-A Modern Hamilton Romance

Two

Alex's POV:

I didn't know what to do, or where to go, but I sure as hell wasn't staying there.

So that's why I'm here, sitting in someone I met approximately four minutes ago's car, waiting for him to return with two other people who I've never met.

College! Am I right?

I barely scraped the grades to get into Columbia, how am I ever going to survive four years here?

With all my issues, how could anyone want to even be near me? I mean, just a few minutes ago, I left a girl sitting in our dorm room after she called me her friend, and also after making some flimsy excuse about needing to get something. And with my face like this...

Again, college!! Awesome, wow!

Dear God, if you're listening,

I don't know if you've, like, given up on me or something, but I figured I'd hit you up anyways. I just have one question, and then you can get back to the busy life I'm guessing you have. Here's my one question, will I ever be able to trust enough to make friends?

With love, always (even if you have already given up), A.Ham

I look up from where I didn't realize I had been looking in time to see that the three people were back and locked out of their car... The car that I am sitting in.

I hit myself on the head before reaching over and unlocking the doors.

"God, it's the exact opposite of hell out there," The one I had met states as the two I hadn't split up, one with his head down heading to the back and the other laughing one climbing int the front seat. The other two nod in agreement, saying various things along the lines of "so fucking cold."

I turn around to face him and say, "Wow, never thought I'd hear God and hell used in the same sentence. First day of college and already having new experiences."

The three guys burst out laughing and I soon find myself laughing with them.

"My name is Alexander Hamilton. You guys can call me Alex, Alexander, Hamilton, A. Ham, anything really."

The God/Hell guy says from the back, "Can I call you Hammy?"

I snort and reply, "Depends on how nickname-worthy your name is."

"Touché. My name is Hercules. Nickname-worthy enough?"

"Eh, we can work something out," I crack a smile.

"Bonjour, I'm Lafayette." His accent brings my attention to the boy sitting next to me, in the drivers seat. Around his neck rests a red scarf, and he holds three cans of Coke in his hands.

"Oo, French!! I ont appris le français pour toute ma vie, ce qu'il est fondamentalement ma première langue." (I have learned french my whole life, it's basically my first language)

"Woah, chill. I moved a few years ago, not fully fluent anymore."

I smile at him, slightly embarassed, before I look towards the last person to introduce himself, only to find him staring at me. I feel my cheeks flush and look away, expecting him to do the same, but he doesn't.

Hercules clears his throat before snapping his fingers in the boy's face, making him finally look down, embarrassed.

"Hi, um, hey. I'm, uh, I'm gay. I mean, Laurens. I'm John Laurens." His voice comes out soft, his eyes crinkling along with his small smile. 

The other boys burst out laughing at the nervous guy, John, but I just look at him with a smile.

He has curly long hair, and a smile that must light up every room he walks in to. His eyes are a light shade of brown, and boy, are they pretty.