The Project (Eacker x Philip) [Pheacker]

Chapter Nine: I May Be A Scoundrel

"I know, I know, I know you hate my father. At least try to be nice, okay?" Philip told Eacker, sighing.

"Why am I even tagging along? I didn't agree to this." Eacker asked.

"I don't know, it WAS your choice, though! Another thing, I AM Alexander Hamilton's SON." Philip shouted, angered.

"He's a scoundrel, I never said YOU were." Now Eacker was angered.

"Oh really? You never did, huh? Not ONCE In your life??" Philip growled.

"I did. Not at this moment, though." Eacker kept calm again. Philip tried to keep himself from shouting, gritting his teeth slowly.

"At least try to be nice or go back to the college." he snapped, coldly.

"Fuck, fine, I'll try!" Eacker growled slightly. Philip kept silent. So did Eacker.

"And here we are, back where we started." Eacker said.

"What? What the hell does that mean?!" Philip glared, avoiding eye contact, though.

"We're fighting and arguing." Eacker said calmly. Philip couldn't even find the words to say.

"Can you just- just-" he made a fist.

"Just. What. Hamilton." Philip couldn't even let go of the papers, he felt like fighting him, though; but he didn't want to!

"Stop?! We were getting along just fine!! What the hell?!" he chocked.

"I guess that didn't last long!" Eacker snapped, back to his old self.

"Can it last long?! Can we just get along?!" Philip let out a sob, sniffling. Eacker's eyes widened, looking at him.

"W-Wait... n-no... don't cry..." he said quietly.

"I-I may be a scoundrel, and my father may be a scoundrel..." Philip started.

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true, your father is a scoundrel, and so it seems are you!" Eacker's past words rang through his head.

"B-But w-we are good people, I promise that we're going to change the world one day... we defended the people, we're trying to-" he got interrupted.

"Philip." Eacker cut him off.

"What?!" Philip shouted,

"Calm."

"C-Calm?!" he glared again. Eacker stopped walking. Philip stopped walking, too, looking at him.

"Yes, calm." Eacker placed his hands on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, okay...?" he said. Philip looked into his eyes, sighing quietly.

"...yeah..."

"A-And don't cry, okay...?"

"..."

"Wouldn't want tears rolling down your pretty face..." Eacker whispered, lowered his hands from his cheeks and starting to walk again. Philip's face heated up, he covered his face. He sighed a bit loudly.

"Is this why Eacker is always on my mind...?" he whispered to himself.

"Heh... now come on... I want to meet your father." Eacker smiled slightly. Philip lowered his hands, running after him.

"Y-You want to...?"

"Hmph... why not..."