John Laurens was an intelligent man. His appearance was breathetaking. Slender yet athletic frame, blonde hair normally tied back, blue eyes. He lived in a modern dorm with Marquis de Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan. His friends.

He was in Washington's college class with his friends. He would behave often but sometimes mess around when he felt like it. He was passing his class barely but surely. He was often cocky and would joke around a lot with people.

One day, Washington announced that a new student would come to their classroom. Someone who meant a lot to Washington who he treated like a son. When the man walked in, he looked no taller than 5'7, reddish brown hair tied back in a low ponytail almost loose, blue violet eyes, freckles and a slender frame but good for sports like running. John admired the new student from his seat afar from the front. His friends, Lafayette and Hercules teased the blond but he didn't pay any mind. He saw that Washington said his name.

"This is Alexander Hamilton. Treat him like you would to the rest of your peers."

Washington directed Alexander to sit at the front of the classroom, smiling fondly at the young man who smiled back. John sat afar from where Alexander was but he got distracted by the freckled man. He could hear him answer questions in a Scottish accent, suspecting he could be from the Carribean and a Scotsman. John pretended to take notes for the rest of the class when he was really admiring Alexander from his seat. When lunch break rolled around, John noticed that Alexander stayed with Washington. He thought since Washington and Alexander had a close platonic relationship, Alexander would eat in Washington's classroom. John wanted to see the man more but knew he had to leave the class and go to campus with his friends instead.