The Project (Eacker x Philip) [Pheacker]

Chapter Ten: I've Heard That Name Before

"I baked a cake! I got some things! My son is coming home!!!" Eliza laughed cheerfully, putting the cake on the table. Alex smiled wide, squealing.

"Oh Philip! It will be great to see your face again! My son!!" They were both very excited.

"Now, Eacker. You won't cause too much trouble, right?" Philip asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess."

"No. Not guess. Do." he knocked on his parents door.

"I... I think I got that." Eacker said, kind of confused.

"You better." Philip said. Eliza was walking over to the door, opening it.

"Philip!! Welcome home!! How have you been?! You brought a friend with you!! Greetings, hello, Elizabeth Schuyler, who are you?! come in, come in!!" Eliza smiled wide and walked inside. Philip laughed, walking inside, smiling wide. Philip's laugh made Eacker smile, following him.

"Son!! Hey!! Happy birthday!! Oh, who's this??" Hamilton smiled.

"Hahah... go on and introduce yourself, heh." Philip prayed Eacker didn't start anything.

"......" Eacker kept silent, then raised his hand, offering a handshake.

"George Eacker, Mr. Hamilton." Eacker smiled. Hamilton smiled back, though his eyes were filled with confusion. He shook his hand.

"Eacker... Eacker... Eacker... where have I heard that name before... ahhhh yes... George Eacker.." Hamilton chuckled, pulling his hand back, now.

"You were the one that made a speech over the 4th of July speaker about us." he said, like he was deciding if he was an enemy or not. Philip's smile faded, now becoming nervous.

"What brings you here...?" he asked, suspicious.

"Ah yes, that would be me. I apologize about that, your son has tried to convince me that you all are good people. I like your son, he's a wonderful person." Eacker said. Philip could already feel a light-pink blush. Hamilton smiled wider, chuckling.

"Change your thoughts, huh...? Philip is quite the poet, a strong, inspiring kid..." Hamilton decided he was not an enemy, but he thought he'd still have to be careful.

"He sure is." Eacker said.

"Anyway, welcome. You're more than welcome here, Mr. Eacker." Hamilton bowed. Philip sighed, relieved.

"Hah, I don't have to strangle you, George." he thought, chuckling.