Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 15: A Resturant Hangout

"Are you gonna keep doing this anytime we go out?!"-

Phillip asked that impatiently as Y/N dragged him along the street. Y/Ns arm was clung tightly around his left arm, and his grip was too heavy for Phillip to be able to move around any. Crowds of bustling people were walking heavily around New York, and some of them could only look at the two with great curiosity.

"What other choice have I not to?" Y/N asked, "If you get distracted like you did yesterday, you may as well be at the bottom of the ocean before I find you."

"I'd already be dead by then." Phillip grumbled with a childish pout, clenching his own fist.

"Which is exactly why I am here to guide you." Y/N replied, he was slightly struggling, pushing through crowds of so many people. "I don't need a tour guide." Phillip griped, he himself was also sort of struggling within the throng.

"No, but you do need me." Said Y/N, turning back to look at Phillip for just a moment, before looking ahead again.

"Oh, do i?" Phillip smirked, a hint of anger in his tone, though it was disguised with a passive tint.

Y/N had managed to finally break free of the tens of thousands of people crowded in the street, and ended up walking on a free line of almost little to know people within. Both of them were practically leaning on the buildings they were walking by now.

Y/N had caught sight of a poster, and his lips twitched into a rather disappointed frown as he processed the words.

THE GRAND DANCE

SCHEDULED FOR NEXT MONTH

TICKETS FREE

Y/N sighed, and only began to walk faster.

"What?" Phillip inquired.

"Something about a dance. I assume that poster I saw is probably why there are so many people crowded around for today." Y/N replied, hurrying along faster as soon as he saw just the place he had been looking for.

Phillips eyes had grown soft with euphoria, and fantasies of a teenage-memory played out in his light blue eyes of roaring waters. Y/N furrowed his brows, and hurried himself and Phillip toward a door of a building.

"Come on." Said Y/N, "The faster we do this, the longer I do not have to be in your company." The calm, yet menacing tone of his voice made Phillip slightly gulp. Sure, Y/N was his enemy and he didn't take him seriously half the time, but he could be quite frightening when he needed to be,

Phillip had only processed where they were exactly by the time Y/N had pulled him in.

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"A resturant? Really?"

That was what Phillip had commented, blazing confusion and frustration in his eyes. The waves of water inside him had grown a deep blue, and he felt as if he were a storm, about to collapse upon a town or a city. Y/N crossed his arms, "Yes, you can see. Now let's hope this does not take too long."

The restaurants interior had been that of a fancy romantic night, even though it was very clearly day. Lights of what almost resembled Christmas lights were strung along the walls, giving the place a warm yet yellowish glow. The tables and chairs were fairly simple, but the tablecloth and floor designs were that of a royal castle.

"You taking me on a date or something?" Phillip softly asked, a bit mesmerized by the places atmosphere. He could invite as many women as he wanted here, and possibly even find one to actually date.

"No," Y/N answered, "I just brought you here as an excuse to read my book."

Phillip looked from the lights strung along the walls to Y/Ns hand, which was still clung tightly around his left arm. "Are you going to take your hand off me or?.." Phillip trailed off, and Y/N only turned back to him with a sheer glare of emptiness.

"No," Y/N closed his eyes, "I do not wish to lose you to a pair of love-struck women again. Nor do I wish for you to find yourself with more women around you. Your supposed to be intelligent, intellectual, so why act as if you're some sort of casanova?"

Phillip clicked his tongue, "Why do you act like your better than everyone?"

Before Y/N could answer such an aggresive question, Y/N found himself staring at the grin of a waiter. "Hello, sirs!" The man grinned politely. Y/N softly smiled, in return of such a grin.

What would come of this?

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As the two men sat down and were left alone with their food, Y/N placed his book upon the table, and began to read. He scanned the words with his eyes, taking in every letter and syllable at a time. For what he was reading about was that of an educational experience, and a historical journey.

"What are you reading?" Phillip asked, a look of confusion on his rather aggresive face.

"I am reading about the casualties and disasters that Julius Caesar had caused, of the life's of which he ended as he ruled Ancient Rome. For what purpose do you ask me this question?" Asked Y/N, still reading along the paragraphs, and not changing his expression.

"I was—" Phillip averted his gaze, "—just curious? I dunno why everything has to have a purpose to you."

"I don't see why nothing has a purpose when it comes to you. You act without reason, and you speak without reason. I can only hope a miracle of you doing something with reason shall come one day." Y/N replied with a calm voice, flipping to the next page.

Phillip clicked his tongue, and sighed, resting a hand on his face. He tried to find his thoughts, an idea of what else to say to this man he loathed speaking to so much.

"Your really short, you know that?"

"...what does that have to do with anything?"

"The same question I always ask you. How charming." Phillip smirked, resting another hand on the other side of his face. Y/N only stared back, a small flame of fire sparked inside of his eyes, though he could only guess Phillip didn't see such a thing.

"I do not see a purpose for the topic of our heights. If anything, I'd say your fairly tall." Y/N said, diverting his attention from his book, and to the eyes of the enemy who sat across from him. He looked at him as if he were prey, but Y/N was willing to prove that he could be the predator.

"Yeah, when it comes to you." Phillip smiled, a hint of amusement hidden inside of the corners of his lips. "Your head almost only reaches my chest, you know. You kinda resemble an atom with how small you are."

"That would be a ridiculous statement to make, as atoms cannot be seen." Y/N replied with a raised brow, crossing his arms.

"Oh, but it's not. If anything, I think your an atoms distant cousin with how short you are." Phillip said with a chortle of amusement, to which Y/N only sighed.

"Is this conversation going to carry on, or do you intend on further wasting my time?" Y/N inquired, placing his chin upon his hand.

Phillip then placed a hand upon his forehead, as if he were searching for something, he squinted his eyes; "It'll carry on if i can find you, where exactly are you? I dont think I can see you that well."

Y/N nearly snarled, as Phillip softly smirked down upon him. He seethed, fully intending to fight the man right then and there, though he kept that urge in.

"Aww, your face gets so red when your angry." Phillip cooed, "Do I really make you that angry, Burr? How cute." He sarcastically chortled, giggling as if he were some child. Y/N growled again, and raised his fist as if in ah attempt to fight—

"Gentlemen."

The waiter had returned, looking rather nervous at the sight of the two men nearly about to hit, or even strangle one another.

"Oh—" Y/N cleared his throat, "My— My apologies, good sir."

Y/N knew the remaining hours weren't going to be easy, especially with his enemy. But this is what he'd have to endure for his father, so of course, he would oblige.

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