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Chapter Thirty

Blow Us All Away Pt. 1

November 13th
Town

Phillip was walking around the town till he saw a man talking loudly on a crate.

"Alexander Hamilton is a national disgrace and embarrassment. (Y'all know what that was based off of?) He's a loud, obnoxious, whore's son who can't keep his dick in his pants-"

Phillip decided to stop listening before he did something irreversible. Storming away from the crowd he bumped straight into a girl.

"Oh! I'm sor- hey Theo."

"Hello to you, too. You weren't gonna do anything rash, where you?"

"No..."

"Promise me."

"I-I promi- I can't do that." Phillip stuttered

"Phillip!"

"See ya later, Theo." he muttered, walking away."

(Time skip brought to you by... Apollo Justice?)

"Ladies, I'm looking for a Mr. George Eacker, made a speach last hour, our weekly speaker. He disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd, I can't have that, I'm makin' my father proud."

One of the ladies spoke, "I saw 'em just of Broadway, couple of blocks, he was goin' to see a play."

"Well, I'll go visit his box,"

"God, you're a fox!" the other girl exclaimed.

"Hey, y'all look pretty good in your frocks, how 'bout when I get back we all strip down to our socks?" Phillip cockily said, yet cringing at every word.

All Phillip could hear walking away was a mix of muffled 'Okay!'s and squeals.

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"George! George!" the teen yelled, entering the theater.

"Shhh! I'm tryin'a watch the show!" Eacker yelled back down.

"You shoulda watched your mouth before you talked 'bout my father, though!"

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true. Your father's a scoundrel, and so it seems you." Eacker continued, muttering the last part.

A chorus of 'Ooh!'s and 'Ah's could be heard throughout the theater, including the actors and actress.

"So it's like that?"

"Yeah, I don' fool around. I'm not your little schoolboy-"

Phillip cut him off. "Then I'll see you on the dueling ground! That is unless you wanna step outside and go now?"

"I'll know where to find you, piss of, I'm watching the show now."

And with that, Phillip stormed off, not completely knowing what he got himself into.

Word count: 362
A/N: CHAPTER THIRTY, Y'ALL!

I just realized that I only wrote thirty chapters in four months. I did put this on hold for a while though...

Any who, storms suck.

-Paisley