Oh hiii !! Im Diane Jefferson im guessing you have met my father. What am i saying of course you have. He was president for 8 years. But before that he was my father. Still is my father. He is now buried in Monticello. He was the only reason why i met my husband Phillip Hamilton. I know when you hear the name Hamilton you go crazy. "Woah THE Alexander Hamilton!?!" It wasn't the best way to meet the love of my life but it wasn't the worse. I should probably go back a little bit for you........ Alright let's start for real this time. imma let 17 year old me tell you the story.
(A/N this story is like the original hamilton story line but a little more modern and if Phillip didn't die obv 😭)
I hate the Hamiltons.
Not more then my dad though. Thomas Jefferson. My father HATED the Hamiltons. Specifically Alexander Hamilton. They had debates at the cabinet meetings? I don't know if don't pay attention much at the dinner table when my dad is talking about his debates. My mother Martha died a couple years back so it's only been me and my dad. James Madison is usually here too for dinner. He's like my dad's boyfriend, i swear they're literally always together. Even though english was my first language i'm also fluent in french because I was born there. I don't really remember my mom cause she died when i was really young but i get told i look like her. We just moved here a year and a half or so ago.
(A/N: I'm gonna base the character's looks on the play not irl bc i don't wanna be writing about a bunch of white people)
Anyways in present day, I was sketching random things i saw outside my window. Street lights, the moon, buildings, etc. I hear a tapping rhythm on my door from the opening of my dad's fav song so immediately knew who it was. I didn't even turn around so when the door opened i just said, " Hi pop. " " Dinners ready downstairs honeybee don't get to lost in sketching and forget.... again." my dad said with a hint of sarcasm. " Sure thing pa." I was focusing on a specific detail on a tree i saw outside. I didn't even hear the footsteps behind come closer and look over my shoulder. " ooooo Nice work kiddo." He runs his fingers through my hair. and kisses the top of my head before smiling and leaving the room. I take a deep breath as i get up from my sketch table and walk down for dinner. Unsurprisingly James Madison was sitting at the table. " Hey JM. " I said with a smile. James Madison usually is working with my dad at home and stays for dinner or is to lazy to get dinner himself and comes here. At least 3-5 days of the week he's here for dinner. He's like my second dad.
" Hey if it isn't my favorite artist. " I smile at the remark James made. " The one and only. " I say before sitting down. " I have something surprising to tell you. " I look up at my dad confused. " Tomorrow night we're having dinner with the Hamilton's. " I almost choke on my drink as he said that. I must've heard him wrong. The Hamiltons? THE Hamiltons. The HAMILTONS. THE HAMILTONS.
end of part one🌚
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RomanceWhat happens when 2 rival families children fall in love? idk read and find out.
