Apology Not Accepted

Chapter 6: Try Again

Putting the finishing stitch into the fabric, Angelica holds up her finished dress. She holds it against herself and looks in the mirror. The dress was nice but could be better. Maybe she could add a beautiful red rose to the chest. Angelica also knew to double check to see if the dress fit but she didn't want to put it on herself just in case it was too small. A devious smirk spread across her face. "Philip!"

Philip looks up from the book in his lap when he hears his sister call him. "Yes?!" No response but soon after that, he hears bare feet slapping against the upstair floorboards then stomping down the stairs. Eliza, his sweet and innocent baby sister, comes down with a beautiful dress. She holds it in front of her face to where only her eyes could be seen. "Angie told me to ask you if you could put this on while she's working on something?"

Philip blinks, thinking about what exactly Angelica wanted him to do with it before shaking his head. "Yeah, No. Not going to happen." He hears her huff and run back up the stairs and a door slam. Philip flinches when he hears yelling, Angelica more than Eliza. Soon Eliza comes back down with the dress and a giant hat. "She said put it on or she'll murder us both in our sleep." Well damn. He knew Angelica was crazy but to go as far to threaten Eliza?

"Fine, hand it over."

She hands him the dress and hat before going outside. "Bye Pip!" He looks up at the name. "Liza where are you going in that dress that Ma just made you?" She rolls her eyes and keeps walking. "Outside to play with the boys, bye!"

Philip looks at the dress and pouts. Dresses were made specifically for girls to show off their curves, why did he have to the one to wear it? He stands up and walks back up to his room. Slowly peeling off his own clothes, Philip stops and examines the dress. The soft, dark blue colored fabric smooth against his skin. The stitching was astonishing for a girl who was barely the age of 18. Philip strips down to his underclothes and slips on the dress.

He walks over to his mirror and looks at himself. "I look hot...." He turns around and looks behind him to see his butt. "My butt is a gift from the heavens." Philip twirls around in it and starts really checking the dress for any imperfections. The waist is a bit snug. The boy stills when he hears his bedroom door shut. Turning around, Philip sees a pair of socks with frills at the top. "Are you serious, Angie?!"

Philip hears snickering and someone 'shh'ing down the hallway. Groaning, he grabs the socks and slides them on. He walks back to the mirror. The dress ends at his ankle showing just a bit of the socks and the sleeves end at his wrist. A soft smile comes across his face. Angelica did a great job on this one. He couldn't help the pride that swelled in his chest. His little sister made this and it's wonderful. Philip pokes his head out into the hallway. "Yo Ange?" He hears a distant 'Yeah' come from her room. "It's a little snug at the waist. You can come get it now."

Angelica looks down at the rose and puts it back in the vase. "I'll come get it later. When I'm done with the other stuff." She hears him yelling at her to get it now or risk getting killed. Angelica knew he was bluffing so she just got up, went out into the hallway, waved at him with a little smile, then promptly slammed her door and locked it. She sat back down on her bed and started sketching the new dresses. She decided to enlarge the waist a little so she won't have the same problem again.

Philip rushes down the hall and starts banging on her door. "Open the fucking door, Angelica. This isn't funny." He hears her humming from the inside. "Angelica!!" Alexander Jr walks out of his room with a smug look on his face. "This is exactly what she did to us while you were away. It's your turn, Get used to it." Philip glared at his brother as the boy trotted down the stairs.

Eacker just sat on his couch. Sat on his couch, legs folded and on the cushions, hand intertwined in his lap, and watching the wall as if it was the most interesting thing in the whole world. Philip's words kept repeating themselves in his mind. No. He was told no, by a freckled spawn of the living devil and then got a door slammed in his face. Yeah, this didn't sit well with him at all. Philip will forgive him eventually, no one can hold a grudge forever. All he has to do is try a little harder because the nasty looks he's been receiving for people on the street make him uncomfortable. He knows shooting him was wrong people, let him live it down already. The constant mumbling of the number seven was getting on his nerves now.

He stood up and walked to his kitchen and looked around. Maybe there was something there that he could give Philip so he could forgive him. Actions are better than words. There was nothing, nothing but plates and silverware and he knew, more like hoped, Philip already had those in his home. He gave up on the kitchen and went to his bedroom. A candle, some books, used quills and ink cases. Philip wouldn't want those. Perhaps a small briefcase would suffice. It was convenient and Philip could use it for whatever. Eacker nodded and settled on the idea. Hamilton was going to love this.