Laurens's House, New York, USA

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Philip opened the door as quietly as possible, wanting to surprise his brother and his brother's lover. He then shut the door quietly and moved to where he thought they'd be.

At first, he thought they'd be in Laurens's bedroom because they were always in there whenever Philip was around with Alex. But they weren't. He then plodded down stairs and thought they'd be in the living room. He opened the door, which ever-so-slightly creaked, and stepped inside. He had a grin on his face - a grin that soon turned into a shocked expression.

His eyes. His pure, sweet, innocent eyes. His mind. His pure, sweet, innocent mind. His innocence. All of the purity from him drained quickly at the sight in front of him. Floopy do, Philip thought, what am I supposed to do?

What was he supposed to do? Wake them? Alex wouldn't stop going on and on about it if he did. Just sit and watch the television? That'd be the creepiest thing if he were to. Leave? Alex'd get worried.

Philip had made up his mind. He was going to have to wake his brother up. How was he supposed to when he had someone lying on top of him? You know what, go for it Philly. I need the plot to advance anyway.

He trotted over as quiet as possible, an uneasy look in his face and then patted his brother's shoulder, hard enough so that he began to wake up, but soft enough so it didn't hurt. He then dashed out of the house and stepped outside the door, closing it.

Knock, knock.

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this chapter is short as shit so sorry lol
but it continues with the next so chill pls - or dont ;-;

je t'aime. // hamilton. {on hold}Where stories live. Discover now