Pip's part is here! Hope you enjoy!
P.S I have no idea what I'm doing—
It's one of those mornings where Philip Hamilton wakes up with the strong urge to go bike for no reason.
He gives in to it though. Nobody's awake at 5 in the morning, which is why he's extra careful in going down the stairs, unlocking his bike and carrying it outside. He pauses. To be fair, his pop was probably up already before the crack of dawn.
Shit. Gotta go fast then.
He swings a leg over his bike, balances himself and takes off. He looks back once with a hesitant look at his family mansion.
Philip bikes farther and farther away, trying to ignore the pain in his hip and in his arm and the guilt in his gut. He knows he's going to make his mom and pop freak out, making him feel like a liability to the family because of his injuries and wounds.
Whatever, he distracts himself with his surroundings, pedaling faster. He knows it's perfectly reasonable for them to worry over him, given that he was on the verge of death just a couple of months ago, but he just wants a little peace at time to time.
(And whatever they all say, he doesn't just challenge people randomly. Nope, he definitely doesn't. Goerge Eacker and a few others who had declined were just special cases.)
(Don't give him that look.)
He's surprised by the lack of things happening in his life, actually. Granted, they moved uptown to find peace and so very few people would bother them. But it felt so... disappointing? Too quiet?
No. It was too lackluster.
Which is why Philip is also surprised at himself when he finds himself looking at a simple girl in a blue scarf, leggings and a white shirt, gardening on the front lawn.
And he also finds that he can't look away.
She's annoyingly cute is his first thought. And he could tell that much with her halfway facing him.
Then she straightens a little and faces him too, her intelligent eyes peering back at him.
Unlike all the girls he'd dated before and had hanging on his arm, she wasn't any different. If anything, she seemed simpler, like a girl-next-door type of girl. But there was something different and complex at the same time about her that he couldn't wrap his head around.
(Mostly because she was really cute.)
(Shut up.)
"Watch out!"
(When he wakes up, he'd definitely have to watch out for his whole family concerning the bloody nose he was sporting.)
Oh, um. I wasn't expecting Pip's POV to be so short. Sorry about that ^^
—Louise
