BaseBall Boy (Pheacker)

1 - Coffee

[Oh yea btw, this is a modern high school au where Alex is Pip's older brother, fuccin fight me it's adorable (in my
eyes]

Philip whined as his alarm clock started blaring, signalling for him to get up. He disliked the high pitched noise just as much as his older brother Alexander, who was heard smashing his alarm with his baseball bat.

That's right, Philip and Alex were both on the baseball team, the two were both batters and won a lot of games with how fast Philip could run and how hard Alex could hit the ball.

The younger Hamilton got up, stretching and letting his back pop. He picked up his phone from his bedside table where it had been charging to check the time. 8:30 am.

Philip tensed before realising it was Saturday and relaxed. He shot his crush, George Eaker, a quick text. Just a simple 'Hey c:'

Philip quickly got dressed. deciding on his oversized yellow letterman jacket that had 'Pip' on the back, a white crop top, white ripped jeans and yellow and white sneakers. The freckled boy picked up his worn down white and yellow baseball cap that had 'Hamilton' sprawled across it in fancy text, and pressed it over his curls, making sure it was backwards before admiring himself in the mirror as he quickly added a small bit of, you guessed it, yellow eye makeup and covered his freckles with foundation. He was texting George in the process of getting dressed. Thinking about it, George didn't know that he had freckles, he hadn't seen them since they were always hidden under his makeup.

Happy with his outfit, he descended the stairs quickly, responding to George's texts. Philip knew their parents wouldn't be here, as usual, and that they'd be off partying with more rich people in California, leaving Alex and Pip in New York.

Philip bounced into the kitchen and put some bread in the toaster and turned around to see Alex, who was almost wearing the same outfit as him, groggily trudging to the island in the middle of the room. Philip smiled at him, and Alex smiled back. "Morning Alex!" Philip waved. "Good morning, Pip. Do me a favour real quick and get me some really strong coffee please?" Alex asked.

You may be wondering what is different between their outfits, if not the you're gonna have to listen anyway. Alex's main color is red and white, but Philip's is pastel yellow and white. And Pip wears a white crop top but Alex wears a white shirt. So yeah.

"I can't make it, but I could hop down to Starbucks and get some." Philip smiled. Alex quickly went back to his room to grab his wallet then stole one of Philip's slices of jam toast. Pip, obviously, protested. Alex only smiled, slipping into his red and black sneakers that were really worn down. "We heading out or what?"

"Sure! Dude, we'd look so cool if we were on the same BaseBall Team! But... y'know, age gaps and stuff..." Philip huffed. Alex laughed. "You could always play a quick game with me and our friends." Alex suggested, flipping Philip's hat around so it was the right way round and pushing it down to the bridge of his nose.

Philip laughed, fixing his hat so it was backwards again. Alex opened the door, letting Philip out first and locked it behind them. They didn't bother taking their bikes and went off, strolling through the streets of New York, heads high and proud. Hamiltons were always proud, and no one knew why. It was in their blood.

[Ehhhh, they're waiting for their drinks now, Alex getting a black coffee and Pip getting a vanilla bean frappuccino cuz why not :p]