Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

75: An Admission.

"..how.. how do you know about that?"

"..some dude on the street told me." Phillip replied, walking foward to where Y/N was sitting on the bed. "Said you ended up gettin' into some kinda dispute with Mary and got her in trouble with her pops."

"..I see." Y/N paused, "It.. I didn't know that anyone else beaide him had witnessed the entire thing."

"What happened?"

"..what do you mean?"

"Y'know.. why—why'd she—why was she fighting with you?"

"..mmh.."

Y/N let out a low hum, shifting his gaze around the room as Phillip went over to the space beside him on the bed, and sat there with his head lifted. His lips were curled downward into a curious frown. Y/N gave himself a few more moments to think, and then let a sigh escape from his mouth.

"..well, I.. I suppose.." Y/N paused, "I didn't like the fact that she had.. I wasn't exactly feeling satisfied after we weren't able to bring justice for her, considering you ran away after that whole thing she told you. So, I.. may or may not have went out last night not for a walk, but.. to her house."

"..her house? Why—why would you go to her house?"

"I assumed she'd be asleep and that I wouldn't really have any interruptions, though if she weren't asleep, I probably would have purposefully said certain things just to get her on edge. After all, she's easy to anger, so she would probably let certain things slip if she had been—"

"Can ya just get to what you actually did while at her house?"

"..right. Well, I told.. I told her father she had borrowed a necklace from one of my relatives, and I came to get it back. He let me search around, and then decided to let me search within her chambers when I wasn't able to find it." Y/N slid his hand into his pocket, a metallic jingling sound being muffled. A beaded necklace then slowly slipped out, held firmly in his hands as he held it up. Phillip's eyes wondered over it as his lips parted.

"I took this, claiming it had been the necklace she had gotten from my relative. And.. I also found this." Y/N slipped out a pair of thirty dollars from his other pocket, holding it firmly. "Her father had mentioned losing thirty dollars while I had been visiting, and curiously, I found this in her room."

"Wh—you.. you took her dad's money?!"

"..well, I planned on giving it back, but I'm not sure how to explain that I found the money she had stolen without sounding as if I were some.. thief. Perhaps I could tell her father that I earned enough money and decided to give it to him as a little charity for what he—"

"Are—are you gonna give it back?"

"..of course. That's what I just said." Y/N flatly replied, and gave a sigh. "..and, I.. suppose earlier this morning, I considered the idea that maybe I could get Mary to confess to her crimes, or get her to finally admit what she did to her father. So I searched around town until I found her, and.. I.. suppose that led to us getting into an argument."

"You.. did you do all that 'cuz of what she said last night?"

"..no." Y/N replied, looking away. "But.. I admittedly didn't think you'd be able to handle the whole plan on your own while you were upset, so I decided to do it myself."

There was silence. Yet as Y/N looked at his lap, he was slightly puzzled when he heard the sound of Phillip beginning to laugh. Not a mocking snicker as he often let out, but.. a genuine laugh of shrill excitement.

"Hahaha—" Phillip laughed—his eyes of ocean blue lit up with waves of amazement, but his voice still soft. "Dude—why—why didn't you tell me you were doin' all this?" His voice sounded like a gruff question made from frustration, but there was a tinge of amazement in it as well.