Philip Hamilton x George Eacker becuz I said so

Chapter Forty Four - November

(Why do you all want to see my shitty drawing of Philip and George)

George had always liked November.

It was colorful. The leaves falling from the trees always reminded him of fire falling from the sky like an annual apocalypse.

It was cold. George had always liked the cold better- it let him wear the collection of scarves that he totally did not have.

It was when the frost began to creep in, and less people spent time outside, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

November was decidedly the best month of the year in George's opinion.

But this November had an unexpected bonus: Philip did not like the cold.

That meant that whenever they were outside together Philip would instinctively latch onto George's arm on the terms that George was a warm person.

This November was George's best November by far.

"George I'm cold." Philip whined as the pair walked together from 4th to 5th hour, the two classes they had together. The quickest way between those classes was a path through the school gardens.

Eventually, when the weather got to cold and the snow piled too high, they would have to resort to using school hallways, but they could still walk through the gardens currently.

"Then you should've worn a jacket or something." George said, watching tiny snowflakes drift from the gray skies above.

Philip sighed and latched onto George's arm even tighter. "How are your grades holding up?" He asked "Teachers seem to be giving us more work as we get closer to Midterms.

"Ew, Midterms." George said "I'm surprised my grades haven't gone down yet."

"The only reason mine haven't is because my dads pressure Frances and I to get good grades to get into a good college." Philip said "You have no idea, it's like everytime I see them they're all 'how's studying going? How are your grades? Be sure to study tonight!' It's horrible."

"At least your parents care about your grades and what college you go to." George said, a bit meaner than he intended.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Philip said as they entered the building, ready to get into an argument.

"That all my dad cares about is how much beer he has access to." George said angrily as they reached their 5th hour classroom "You're lucky your parents give two shits about you."

Philip opened his mouth to say something, but George was already walking towards his desk, away from Philip.

(Ayyyy drama time)