𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚢 || 𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚎) 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

QUARTRE(4)

"DJ tell me what happened that has made you so uptight." He says slightly moving closer. I scoffed. "Guess you talked to so many girls that night you don't even remember." I don't even try to make eye contact anymore and just look straight at the floor. "Di you know how i am when it comes to partying, i don't even remember how i leave at the end of the night i just know i get home somehow." He says without a care in the world. "So you're saying you were already blacked out." I hold back frustration tears from all this time me thinking it meant something. "Perhaps why?"

I take a deep breath to compose myself before saying anything. "You know you're very confusing hamilton."

"I am?"

"You are. I'm good at observing people. Like people watching. And every time i see girls trying to get your attention at school you always brush it off or even when they touch you on your shoulder or something you move it away so easily. But with me whenever i accidentally brush you in the hallway or even when our hands touch when i'm handing you school supplies.." I place my hand on his shoulder. "You never do that- why?"

We look into each other's eyes the bright candle light beaming on our bodies. The air is thick so is the tension. We are so close i can hear his heartbeat and mine intertwining to make a single sound. I didn't even notice that my hand moved down to his chest. As i got closer.. and closer.. and closer.... "DIANE IT'S TIME TO GOOO" I hear my dad yell from downstairs. We both move away.. "Uhm i got to go bye." He grabs my hand "Wait- write to me please." I nod at his request. "Goodbye dirty Diane." He lets go of my hand smirking. "Goodbye hamilton." I roll my eyes and smile. I leave his room to see my dad waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

No just because i had that moment with Philip doesn't mean i'm in love with him or something. And yeah maybe i started writing to him weekly and routinely since that day. And maybe i secretly wrote little poems for him in my diary but that's not important. The letters were not even romantic or anything like that it was just about homework, family stuff, classes, teachers, my love for art, his love for piano, etc. He also learned i'm fluent in french so i've been helping him with french class. There was a big test for french coming up so he begged me to invite him over to help him study. I agreed because i'm a nice person obviously. That's totally the only reason.

I was finishing up an art project when i heard a knock at the door and when i was walking downstairs to answer it i see Philip sitting on the couch while my dad stands over him with his arms crossed asking him a bunch of different questions. "Dad! he's here because i need to help tutor him." I say cutting my dad off from whatever questions he was asking. "Cmon Hamilton." I say signaling Philip to follow me upstairs. He does so and i close the door behind him. "Wow your room looks so cozy but professional at the same time." "Thank you?" We both sit down on my bed and he pulls out his notebook.

A/N: EVERYTHING IM ABOUT TO PUT IS FROM GOOGLE TRANSLATE SO IM SORRY IF IT'S WRONG.

"So how would you say you're sad?" He stared down at his notes from the lesson taught in french today about feelings. "Je suis triste." He takes down notes when i give him the answer "And happy isss......heureuse or heureux." I giggle at the face he's making while trying to guess. "Yes you're correct." He looks up at me while i smile and grins.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that Hamilton?.." I say confused. "Nothing Di." He replies rather quickly too.

Weird. But lets move on.

We spend another hour studying. After we do we realize we haven't eaten anything all day. I call out for my dad and he came up and opened my door. "Yes honeybee?" "Is there any food we can eat really quickly?" I say dramatically as if i haven't eaten years followed by Philip giggling in the background. "Mmmm i can make easy quesadillas with some of your favorite fruits." "YES PLEASE!!" Me and Philip both say at the same time which makes all 3 of us laugh. My dad leaves the room to go get the food. I notice he leaves the door slightly opened. Knowing my father i know what he's insinuating so i get up and shut the door rolling my eyes. Philip looks confused but decides not to question me.

We continue studying and i don't know how but we are slowly moving closer to each other. Soon enough i can see his freckles. And i never noticed before but his eyes sparkle when he is focused. Before dinner the night i was at the hamiltons, his mother told me his father does the same too. When told me that while she was ranting about none of kids looking like her and all of them looking like their dad. Philip was the only one who was still home for dinner while all of his other siblings were at the neighbors house next door. I was so mesmerized i didn't notice Philip calling my name. "Di are you okay?" Philip's eyes were looking directly in mine. I make up an excuse. "Oh uhm i was just counting your freckles since your voice was to annoying to keep listening to." He rolls his eyes as i take a deep breath. That was close. Why do i like being this close to him? His head fully turns to me as i realize i still haven't moved away.

"I have a feeling that you really like counting my freckles." He says sarcastically. "Oh yeah sorry." I try to pull away but he puts his hand on my shoulder then moves it up to my neck. I look up at him confused but i also don't move away. Why don't i just move away. Why is my body frozen...? "Am i that good to look at?" He says breaking the silence. I realize what he's doing. I roll my eyes and slap his hand away as he starts laughing.

"Shut up Hamilton." "Make me Jefferson."

end of part four🌚