(Me: Philip likes ballroom dancing
Me: *doesn't know how to ballroom dance, and had to look it up online*)
"Put your right hand on my shoulder blade." Philip said as he put his left hand on George's shoulder.
"And take my hand with your free hand." Philip said. George did, and was surprised about how soft Philip's hands were.
"Now step back." Philip said, stepping forward.
"To the right."
Step back."
To the left."
"Take it back now y'all." George whispered. Philip giggled.
Philip repeated the steps a few more times before closing his eyes and beginning to hum a song that went with the beat.
George watched Philip, and couldn't help but realize this was not at all what he thought would be happening on Halloween when he had first broken Philip's arm.
"Why is Donald fuckin' Trump dancing with a sexy rabbit?" A drunk guy asked, stumbling out of the gym.
"Because it's Halloween." His friend said, following the drunk guy out of they gym. "Sorry about him." He apologized to George and Philip.
"No problem!" Philip said "need any help getting him home?"
"Naw, I've got him." The guy said, slipping the drunk guy's arm over his shoulders, and walking them towards the parking lot. The drunk guy waved at Philip and George.
Philip laughed and looked up at the sky. "Look at how pretty the stars are tonight." He said.
George looked up. The stars really were pretty, but not as pretty as Philip.
"My Pops used to say my freckles were like stars in the galaxy." Philip said.
"He's not wrong." George answered.
Philip smiled.
(Do you know what's happening in this chapter, because I sure don't.)
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Philip Hamilton x George Eacker becuz I said so
FanfictionModern Hamilton where the duel between George and Philip is in a school parking lot, and instead of dying Philip breaks his arm, and then they fall in love. Be prepared for them to be out of character. Also be prepared for inaccurate descriptions of...
