Book and Quill (Philip x Reader)

Chapter ~ 2

I sit at the water fountain, reading a book that Papa gave me. A few minutes pass, I suddenly feel as though I wasted someone's time with such a worthless letter. That was until a boy came to greet me. "Are you Y/n L/n?" a voice asked. My heart skips a beat.

Looking up nervously, I nod. "Yes. That is me," I say shyly. The boy had pale skin with sandy curls sprawled over his shoulders and his hair in a half ponytail. He had freckles scattered around his face and his clothing was a nice shade of purple.

"Ah! I'm Philip Hamilton," the boy held out his hand, palm upwards. I place my hand over his, closing my book with a mental note on where I left off. Suddenly, the boy's soft pink lips were placed on the top of the s/c skin on my hand, causing the blush to appear through my skin. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he smiles up at me. I smile back.

"The pleasure is mine,"

"Anyway, I read your letter that you wrote to me last night," he let go of my hand, sitting next to me.

"You did now?" I arch my eyebrow.

"Yes, I found it quite interesting. Especially your handwriting, it has a very nice style to it," the Hamilton complements. I nod respectfully.

"Thank you," was all I could really say.

"Uhm..." the boy suddenly pulls out a piece of paper behind his back and places it on my lap.

"What's this?" I lift the paper to see words written in stanzas and short sentences. I gasped.

"Yeah, I wrote it last night just after I read your letter. I have to say, you have nice skill with writing letters," Philip flatters me.

"So you're willing to exchange your poems for my... strange letters?" I neatly fold the poem in my hand, tucking it in my book.

"They aren't strange. I love the detail you put in them. It also does sound fun to use my poems for good use," Philip shrugged.

"Thank you," I smile. The boy shoots me a toothy grin.

"Friends?" he holds out his hand to shake. I was... quite hesitant to shake it. But I soon found mine had connected with his in a firm handshake. "Friends," I nod.

We sat there in silence, hand still in hand. Soon, Philip released his grip.

"Would you like me to escort you to class?" the young Hamilton asked kindly. I nodded again.

"That would be most appreciated,"

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"How was school?" Papa asked. I looked back at Philip, who was walking home with his mother a few yards away from us. I looked back at my father.

"It was great," I say truthfully with a big grin on my face. My father chuckled, running a hand through his h/c hair.

"I have to head downtown for a meeting, are you okay with staying home alone?" Papa asks suddenly as we arrive at our house. I nodded.

"I should be fine," I nodded.

"Alright, there's food on the table for you, the slaves cooked it-" I cut him off with a glare.

"I thought you told me you got rid of the slaves," I whined. Papa laughed loudly and ruffled my hair.

"I'm joking, I cooked it this morning and covered it. Be sure to heat it up by the fire before eating it. Love you," Papa pecked my forehead and walked off. I opened the door and made sure to lock it. I shivered at the empty space all to my self. The first thing I was going to do?

Eat. I'm honestly starving after Phys Ed.

I took the uncomforting bun out of my hair and wrapped the bow in a bracelet around my wrist. I felt extremely uncomfortable in this dress so I rushed upstairs to dress in something comfortable. I nightgown or a light dress would do.