Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

Chapter 54: The College Graduates Plan.

From out of the bathroom came Phillip—Y/N being ragged behind him as their feet began to rapidly scamper across the wooden floor. Y/N found his lips drawing back into a snarl, wanting to make a snarky comment out of irritation. But he could not, and would not, for the living room was nearby.

As Phillip led Y/N back into the living room with his arm still wrapped around Y/Ns own, they were met with the sight of Phillip's mother who appeared to be still sitting beside John and tending to his injuries. Her brows lifted once she heard their footsteps enter the room, and she opened her mouth to speak, "There you are—have you finished speaking with Y/N, Phillip?".

John appeared to be quiet, his eyes shut as he winced in pain from the injuries he had been dealt. Y/N felt his eyes draw over to John—he wanted to help his companion through the process of his injuries being bandaged, but whatever Phillip was planning had prevented him from doing so. In fact.. what was Phillip planning? He hadn't even known himself yet.

"..yeah, yeah, I have." Phillip replied, glancing off in another direction and licking his lips. A brief silence filled the air for a moment, before Phillips mother spoke again—"Well, would you mind seeing if you could help out your father? I fear he may be taking a little longer than expecte—".

Y/N felt the force Phillip beared upon his arm grow firmer, and like a kite rapidly swinging around in harsh winds, he began to feel himself being dragged behind Phillip toward the kitchen. In response to what his mother was trying to say, Phillip only replied while speaking in an alarmingly fast rate: "Yeah, I will, mom! Gimme a second!". Y/N let out a soft grunt as his legs began to gallop on their own, like a horse running through a field.

Y/N didn't hear Phillips mother say a word back, but he could feel her gaze drawing upon them as they walked out of the room after being there for merely a few seconds, or perhaps just a minute. Phillip dragged Y/N through the dining room, the brightness from the glow of the window illuminating it with the morning sun's aura. And then they went through the kitchen.

Phillips father, Alexander, appeared to be standing there, his head bowed as he looked down at the counter. In his olive skinned hands appeared to be a glass of water, which was full—but the water from the sink appeared to still be running either way. His eyes were darkened, as if the swirling waters of his mind had overtaken him completely.

Phillip panted a little as he rushed in. His father appeared to finally lift his head and glance in their direction whenever Phillip began to speak in a still rapid but now exasperated tone. "Hey.. pops, d'ya need any help?"

"Huh..? Oh—no, son. Sorry.. I think I might have spaced out a little." Alexander cleared his throat, his eyes of violet blue now a little more clearer as he stared in their direction. He then looked at Y/N, and then he looked.. downwards. What exactly was he staring at? His brows seemed to lower a little, as if pondering something.

After a moment of quiet, Alexander tried to ask, "How come you brought Y/N with—"

"Doesn't matter—I just wanna bring his friend some more bandages. Those injuries looked like they hurt, y'know.." Phillip interrupted, gesturing with his free hand. It was such a little thing, but Y/N could hear how breathy Phillips voice was getting. Was that a thing he did anytime he lied?

Alexander stared at them both again for a moment, his lips curling into that of a confused frown. His eyes darted to a lower direction again, and then back in the direction of Phillips face, "..well.. alright, but be sure not to grab too much alright? The bandages might not fit if there's too many of them."

"Yeah, alright, thanks, pop—" Phillip replied, before rushing foward to what looked to be an upper cabinet above a counter. Y/N felt the force on his arm grow firmer again, and he winced slightly. Was this what it felt like anytime he dragged Philip behind him whenever they went on outings? Though there was always the possibility that Phillip was just strong in terms of his physicality.

Phillip opened the upper cabinet with such force that there was an abrupt smacking sound against the wall, though luckily there appeared to be no dent in it. His freckled hand reached inside of the cabinet, and grabbed a few bandages (most likely around 5) and set them upon the counter. Y/N could not see Alexander, but he could imagine his brow was probably arched, and his eyes were widened with a look of startled confusion.

And then, his hand paused for a moment. There appeared to be other items inside, such as plates and pepper and salt. And other bottles of what looked to be medicine. Y/N could still feel Alexander's gaze upon the both of them. Though it drifted away as Y/N began to hear Alexander walk away, most likely going to give John the cup of water.

Phillip then grabbed the small bottle of salt, and quickly threw it inside of the pocket of his pants. His hand then wrapped around the bottle of pepper, and threw it into the same pocket as well. "Phillip—what on earth are you—" Y/N tried to inquire as to what he was doing, but Phillip interrupted, "Shhh—shut up, dumbass. I'll explain when we get on outta here."

Phillip then closed the cabinet with a sharp thud, and turned around slowly, rushing to another corner of the room. Y/N grunted again, feeling his legs helplessly scamper behind Phillip—Phillip then stopped in his tracks. And Y/N arched a brow, his eyes now fixating on what was in the small corner of the room.

It looked to be a bucket—water dripping downwards into it. A bucket for a leak. Y/N found himself a little bewildered. But the firmness in his tone as he spoke matched the pressure Phillip had around his arm—with his voice sounding icy and calm yet brittle and shaky, he said, "..so, is this your plan? Grabbing two bottles of salt and pepper, and then staring at a bucket? I say, I have never heard of such a brilliant plan. In fact, I shall deem it better than any plan for war Washington invente—"

"Dude, shut it. I don't have time for your sarcasm right now. Of course I ain't gonna just stare at it." Phillip replied, his tone sounding a little quieter. Of course, Y/N knew it was probably because his family was in the other room. "..I didn't know we had a leak though." Phillip commented.

"..well, what are you going to use it for? If you use it, the floor within this very room may begin to flood. If this is your decision, I am not exactly surprised—you barely think critically at all." Y/N inquired, his tone still low.

Phillip paused for a moment, and then stared back at Y/N with a smirk now formed upon his lips. "Well, I guess that means it'll just need another bucket."

Before Y/N could inquire what that meant, he saw what looked to be a line of other buckets. He assumed they must have been for backup incase of any sort of emergency that made the bucket they already had vanish or not be present. Phillip took a step foward, and bent down, grabbing one of the buckets. He then walked foward, and slightly kicked the bucket that was already underneath the dripping water away. The water began to splatter upon the floor, clear liquid shimmering.

Phillip bent down once more, and placed the bucket he had grabbed beneath the leak, the water now beginning to splatter within the bucket itself. Phillip wrapped his hand around the bucket that he had kicked away, and lifted it up into his free arm.

"Alright.. let's go deal with that chick once and for all." Phillip held an eager grin upon his lips.

Y/N blinked. "..how are we going to deal with her with a bucket, a bottle of salt, and a bottle of pepper? Have you gone completely mad? Or is this—"

Y/N paused. And his eyes widened. In that instant, he appeared to realize what the items must have been for.

Though before he could inquire if it was what his thoughts were suggesting, Phillips grip on his arm tightened again, and Y/N was led rapidly out of the kitchen.

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