Hello people! I have seen your reviews, I will now respond. Sorry the chapters have not yet lengthened. There are longer chapters written, I just need this part set up first. Sorry about putting reviews here, I would PM, but these guests do not have accounts. If you have an account, I'll be happy to PM you!
Guest: Absolutely. Thank you so much for the wonderful review! I was going to make this story all fluff (kinda), but so many people have suggested Jefferson, that I suppose I will add him at the proper time. I have written him in. Also, I have gotten an updating schedule, so that's good. My computer doesn't upload, though, so I have to steal my brother's for chapters. I'll figure it out though.
Fiona White: I will be adding Jefferson. Wow, your story seems fully flushed out, maybe you should get an account and write it, you probably know it better. I will be honored to write your story, though. November 28th? I will need time to plan, so that might work. Do you want it to be multi-chapter, and do you have any starting out ideas you want me to use?
I don't own Hamilton.
(PHILIP's Point-of-View)
"Uh...nothing." I reply hastily, mentally cursing myself for saying that out loud. "Don't we have to leave?" I remind them.
"Oh yeah! We're so late!" My fathers rush into their bedroom, coming out two minutes later fully dressed for work.
Dad, a marine biologist, comes out dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans. Papa, a lawyer, comes out dressed in a formal shirt tucked into suit pants with a suit jacket over his shirt.
Dad addresses me. "Philip, Papa will be working on an important case tonight. Expect me when you get home."
"Well, I think that's everything!" Papa remarks cheerfully, placing his hand on the door handle.
"Alex, wait!" Papa calls. "I think you're forgetting something!"
Papa turns. "Yes, I am…" He says flirtatiously. He places a passionate kiss on Dad, wrapping his arms around Dad's waist. Dad wraps his arms around Papa's neck. They moan.
Yikes! That's pretty creepy! I interrupt, "Don't we have to leave, Papa?"
Recognition flits across Papa's face. "Yep, let's go!" He breaks off from Dad, who is blushing.
Papa waggles his eyebrows at Dad, then hurries off with me toward the car.
We get into the car, and Papa drives to school, wishes me a good day, and drops me off before heading to his office.
I reflect on my circumstances as I walk up the steps. All I've ever known is my fathers. When I met Theodosia, oh Theodosia, I thought something was wrong with me. When I mentioned liking a girl to Dad, he and Papa sat down with me and explained that this was the norm. They then explained what happened regarding my birth. They hadn't been hiding anything, I'd just never asked. My mind had been blown!
Speak of the devil. As soon as I enter the building, I notice Theodosia standing by my locker, smiling as she always is.
I walk toward my locker, suddenly nervous, and I wonder why.