A/N: this story is utter trash. I apologize

Philip puffed out his chest when he looked in the mirror. His black tuxedo shined from the yellow light in the lamp as he gently wrapped his bow tie around his neck and tied it. He smiled at himself with pride.

"You almost ready, Philip?" a high pitched voice called out from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes mother!" Philip smiled. He lovedhis mother dearly.

"We must be at the ball in 30 minutes and we need to walk there as well." She continued.

"I will be down in a minute." Philip took a seat on his bed. He grabbed the gel on his table, put some on his fingers and ran it through his thick curls. Philip was excited for the winter ball, but he was also nervous. He took a big breath in, trying
/to relax. Interrupting his breathing, he heard footsteps creaking on the floorboards outside his bedroom door.

The door slowly opened and Philip stood up quickly to see his father's smiling face, full of energy.

"You ready, buddy?" His father closed the door behind him as he walked into the bedroom.

"Yeah. But pops-" before Philip could finish his sentence, his father hugged him tightly.

"You look all grown up, Philip." Alexander said as he rubbed his shoulders and looked up and down his body. "You look good, snazzy. But one thing." Alexander grabbed Philips bowtie and straightened it as Philip said,

"Thanks Pops. But I'm nervous. I'm not really sure for what, exactly. But I got butterflies."

"That's normal." Alexander took Philips hand and sat him on the bed. "I was nervous too. Then I met your mom and everything was okay."

"But what if I don't meet someone that'll like me like THAT? or what if I'm just that weird kid I'm the corner?"

"Well, you don't have to meet a girl right here, right now. Though, it is ideal."

Philip sighed and looked down at his hands, still lying in Alexander's.

"You won't be the weird kid in the corner. I can't imaginegirls not falling head over heels for you. You're a Hamilton, after all."

"Yeah.." Philip snorted.

"You'll blow us all away."

Philips head shot up to look at his father who was smiling softly. Blow us all away. Those words echoed in his head. He hadn't rememberedhis father saythose wordssince he was young. But what he did remember is that it gave him a great
sense of comfort andwarmth. He loved it.

Alexander spoke up again, "You ready to get your groove on on the dance floor?" Alexander shimmied in his place, moving his shoulders.

"Dancing! I forgot!" Philip stood up again and paced around the room nervously. "Pops! I don't know how to dance!"

"Ok, I'll teach you." Alexander stood up and shrugged. "It's easy. All you do is grab her by the waist like this," Alexander pulled Philip to him and wrapped his arm around him. The two stood inches away from each other. Alexander still had a fewincheson
him. He continued, "then you grab her hand and hold it up here," alex took philips hand and lifted it up. Philip tried to hide his embarrassment by looking away. "Then you just moved back and forth, spinning and twirling her." The two waltz aroundthe
room.

Alex spoke again, "and if you wanna get super ambitious, you can dip her, too." Alex's grip around Philips waist tightened as he flung him backwards.

Philip laughed, "ok! Okay pops! Bring me back up!" Alexander snorted as he lifted Philip backup. Philips face was still red from blood filling his head. They both smiled.

"Come on boys!" Eliza opened the door into the bedroom. "We don't want to be late!" Eliza was wearing her normal color. A light blue dress. Although, this dress wasn't the usual dress. This dress was more revealing and with short sleeves instead of kind
ones covering her whole arm. There was a V shapein thefront that went to the middle of her chest. It was a particularly short dress. It was flown and fringed at the bottom half of the dress. "The whole town is going to be there and we
do NOT want to be the late ones."

"Wow mom. You look beautiful." Philip looked at his mother in awe so she stepped inside the room.

"Why, such a kind Young man." She laughed to herself.

Alexander walked over and kissed Eliza on the cheek "You certainly are very beautiful, my dearest Eliza." She blushed. "But you're right. We should get going. Come on Philip." Alex nudged Eliza out the door to the bedroom and walked her down the hardwoodstairs,
leaving Philip alone in his room.

"Grab her by the waist, hand up," Philip closed his eyes and said to himself. "Twirl and spin. Then dip. Got it." Philip took one last look in his mirror and then ran off to meet his parents at the front door.

Alexander and Eliza walked down the street with their hands locked. They shared occasional glances and smiles. "You continue to astound me, Eliza." Alexander said. Philip walked closely behind them. He walked with his arms crossed, hugging himself,for,he
was cold.

Eliza pulled Alexander close to her so she can whisper in his ear, "don't look now." She gestured to the other side of the street. There were two people walking. Eliza laughed. It was Burr and Theodosia. Philip looked up to see his mother and father lookingat
something. He followed their eyes and saw Burr. But he looked at theodosia.

"Theo." He said softly.

"What was that, buddy?" Alexander looked over his shoulder to see Phillip, looking startled."Whats wrong?"

"Oh nothing. I was just looking at burr and…"

"And theodosia?" Alexander stopped in his place so that Philip could catch up to him, Eliza kept walking.

Philip didn't say anything back to his father.

Alexander spoke up again. "I'm sorry." Philip was startled and looked up at his dad that was looking straight ahead of him. "Sorry." He continued, "I know it's my fault you and theodosia aren't friends like you used to be."

"No Pa. It's not your fault. If anything, it's that Aaron Burr. He was the one that got all petty and stubborn. Our families could've continued to stay friends but Burrs jealousy got to the best of him."

"Well, thanks for that.. But I won't stop you from talking to her tonight, if you want."

"Thanks, Pops."

They both looked back over to Theodosia and Aaron. Burr shot them both a dirty look before locking arms with theodosia and walking at a faster pace.

"But, I'm not sure HE'LL let you talk to her tonight." Alexander chuckled nervously.

Alex looked down at his silver watch. Eliza was far enough away wear all the two were able to see was the slim silhouette that outlined her body. "We gotta run Philip!" Alex took off dashing and laughing.

"Right behind you, Pops!" Philip laughed too and caught up with Alexander.