Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 10: Falsely-crafted Friendship

Phillip felt himself nearly tumbling as Y/N dragged him out of the coffee shop and back into the streets. He coughed nearly, and Y/N only kept a straight face as he kept receiving glances from slightly surprised regulars from the coffee shop.

Some only looked at them, looking rather disappointed as they watched. They likely assumed they were fighting again, though Y/N couldn't exactly remember the last time he grabbed Phillip by the arm during an argument.

Phillip only looked at the man who still had a hand on his arm, and managed to cough out; "Geez, man, what's your deal?!" He asked, looking with a mix of exhaustion and frustration. "I am unsure of what you speak of," Y/N said with a head turned back, "you do want this to be over soon, do you not?"

"Yeah, but—" Phillip coughed again, "couldn't you not just drag me out so suddenly?!"

"Couldn't you learn to get things done quicker?" Y/N said, turning his head towards the street once more. "The sooner we get this session with eachother done, the sooner I can be out of your company and you can be out of mine."

"Is that what you care about?" Phillip asked, "Getting away from me?"

"You sound almost unhappy." Y/N commented.

"Heh, nah. It just reminds me of why I hate you." Phillip smirked, raising his head upwards as if he were some dramatic character in a theater play. Y/N almost rolled his eyes, "Of course it does, why wouldn't it be?"

"You sound almost unhappy." Phillip quoted, speaking in a mocking tone. Y/N didn't change his expression, and only said; "Childishly quoting things I said. How original of you."

"Oh really? Says the one who can always say the same for me when I say shit about you." Phillip pouted, sticking out hid tongue as if he were some little 5 year old child.

"Quiet." Y/N demanded.

"And there you go again, not even giving me a direct answer. It's almost as if you can't even think of a retort." Phillip taunted, placing a hand on his cheek with a cheeky grin. Y/N could feel himself giving into slight anger, but he kept it in anyway.

"And it's almost as if you are deaf, with the way you didn't just hear me to tell you to quiet down." Y/N furrowed his brows, only staring at the man who he had been dragging behind him.

"Of course, always makin' it about me." Phillip sighed, "Can't even go a day without talkin' about me, huh?"

"Because you make it hard not to. You think I'd ignore you spilling salt inside of my coffee?" Y/N raised a brow, only tilting his head. Phillip clicked his tongue, "I guess you don't know what a good prank is."

"Coffee doesn't go with salt, Hamilton," Y/N sighed, "just like pepper doesn't go with sugar. It isn't really a nice thing to do, you know? Even if we are enemies."

"You think I'd treat my enemy nicely? Please." Phillip rolled his eyes, only drawing his lips back into a frown.

"Obviously, not. Now, as we walk, I need to discuss what we shall do following my five months at your house. If you aren't going to give me sarcasm the entire time and actually listen to me, then maybe I'll actually listen to your complaints."

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"First off," Y/N said, turning a corner around a building, "following these five months, we shall act as if we do not despise eachother for the sake of me leaving. And for your sake, so you do not nearly implode in my presence."

"You make it sound like I'm some ticking time bomb or somethin'.." Phillip lightly sighed, staring down at his arm which was still being clinged onto by Y/Ns hand.