The Eye Of The Hurricane

NEW YORK, CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OF :1:

Alexanders POV

'NEW YORK CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OF THERES NOTHING YOU CANT DOO NOW YOURE IN NEW YOOOORRRK THE STREETS WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BRAND NEW BRIGHT LIGHTS WILL INSPIRE YOU NOW YOU'RE IN NEW YORK NEW YORK NEEEWWW YYYOOOORRRKKKK' I sang to myself as the taxi driver drove down the streets of New York, duh, probably too loudly though, since I was getting weird looks from the driver.

I clutched the handle of my laptop bag out of excitement. I was finally getting there, working my way up to the top of this pyramid called society.

"Here you are sir, that'll be $17.89" the driver said as he turned off the ignition.

I grab the money from my bag and handed it to him, he smiled at me as I clambered out of the car and hurried to grab my things. I lifted my bags out of the boot of the taxi and began to drag them towards the college. I looked at the piece of paper that had been sticking out of my laptop bag, room 1776, third floor, Aaron Burr, my room mate.

I sighed and began to drag my bags along with me. After like an hour or something of searching I finally found it, The dorm, I quickly knocked on the door and it was soon answered.

"Hello" The guy said.

"Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?" I asked

"That depends who's asking" he replied, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Fuck off Charles, he's new" another voice said from the main room.

"Wow, rude" Charles whined as he walked past me.

He waved and walked just a little down the hall and into another room.

"Hey, you're Alexander, right?" Aaron asked.

"Yes that's me" I replied.

"Oh cool, I'm Aaron Burr" he said, sticking his hand out as a motion for me to shake it.

"Nice to meet you" I replied, shaking his hand.

"So you want a tour?" Aaron asked.

"Sure, just let me put my bags down and we can get to that" I answered, walking into the room, dragging my bags behind me.

I dumped them next to the spare bed and slipped my laptop bag off my shoulders.

"Well basically there is four walls, two beds, that small ass kitchen and a bathroom through that door over there"

"Nice, its... Uhm, nice" I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Yeah, well I'm going down the hall to hang out with my friends if you want to join" Aaron said holding the door open for me to follow him out.

"Uh, yeah of course" I answer, following him.

We walk down the hall into the room the guy from earlier had gone into. Oh. Something comes flying towards me and I quickly dodge whatever it is. We walk into the room the guy from earlier talking to some other gu- OMG

He's... damn. How can someone be that cute? But also be soooo HAWT! Those freckles are like a constellation all over his face, his eyes, I'm pretty sure it should be illegal to be this cute.

"Alexander... ALEXANDER!" Aaron yelled, knocking me out of my trance.

"Oh shit, hi" I said.

"Hi, I'm John Laurens" said the HAWT one.

"I'm Alexander Hamilton"

"Okay do you want us to leave you guys alone?" Charles asked spitefully.