STEPSISTER [Discontinued]

Philip Thought He Knew

A/N: New fanfic yeah!!! This is the Hamilton second generation fic that I had mentioned like two day ago, I hope that you like this!! For once te protagonists aren't going to be Alex and John what a miracle lmao (There is still Lams though, you guys know I have problems). Anyways, hope you enjoy this new fanfic!!

Warning: My first language isn't English so I must warn you that you will find some grammatical errors here and there. Don't feel afraid to correct me if needed, I actually appreciate corrections a lot!!

Philip knew he was moving with his dad for reasons that he didn't know. Something about his mother's promotion on her book editor job and her having to move a lot and stressful grown up stuff like that. (Though, Philip thought her mom's job was awesome. She made books even cooler than they originally were! How awesome is that?). But anyways, the boy wasn't worried. His mom promised to visit him so it's okay. He hoped that was okay.

Philip thought he knew everything he needed to know. Apparently, his dad wasn't a book writer anymore, but instead a lawyer (which wasn't as cool as a book writer but still pretty awesome) and that he had a girlfriend called "John". Philip felt pity of the poor woman, her parents must have really hated her if they named her "John", hopefully she was happy now.

Philip also knew that he was going to attend to a new school, which really didn't affect him since his only friends were his sister Angie and his brother James. The two of them were going to live with their dad, that was his mom's boyfriend John André. (Phillip knew that technically they were half-siblings but for him it was all the same, he loved them just like he would love full siblings, or whatever they were called)

So, with all of this knowledge on his small twelve-year old head, Philip wasn't scared.

He looked at his mom, she was frowning in front of the steering wheel, probably because the car in front of them was way too slow for his mother's dangerous tastes. She noticed him watching her, and smiled at him.

"Are you worried, Pip?" Eliza asked the boy with a sweet motherly smile.

"Not really" He shrugged.

"Oh, okay. That's good" She shot him a small worried smile, Philip was taking all of this too carelessly and it worried her a little, but she guessed that's just how kids reacted to changes. Or that's what Eliza wanted to believe.

"Remember to call me if anything happens with your dad, you know he can be a little weird some times" The woman chuckled awkwardly, remembering all the times her ex-husband would end up screaming at a stranger in the middle of a date because he said that he supported Trump. Eliza trembled at the memory of Donald Trump, those were some really awful times.

"Yeah, I know mom" Philip hummed and Eliza decided to leave it there, after giving him that same sermon everyday for around a month he was probably tired of hearing it.

Philip pulled out his headphones from his backpack and put Beyoncé on his small old IPod. His mother looked at him quizzically, but decided to ignore it. (Thing which that Philip was grateful about, he didn't want to lie to his mother again saying that he was listening to Christian rock instead of Beyoncé). He closed his eyes, and by the time he opened them up again he was in front of a house that he had never seen before.

"We are here" Philip managed to hear his mother say through the music.

Wordlessly he took his back pack and another extra bag and paused the music. He sighed, suddenly feeling slightly anxious. Philip tried to convince himself that he wasn't meeting a stranger, that it was only his dad. The last time he had seen him in person was only four years ago, that isn't that long...is it?

Anyways, they boy pulled his thoughts away and looked at his mom, who seemed to be saying goodbye. She was probably going to leave him in front of the house so she wouldn't have to talk to Alexander face to face, but Philip didn't mind.

After a noisy kiss on the forehead and a never ending hug Elizabeth left, and Philip couldn't seem to knock the door.

Still, he forced himself to do it.

Philip had expected Alexander, his father, to open the door. Maybe even that "John" girl.

But he definitely wasn't expecting a fourteen-year old girl to open the door.