Y/n-Your name
F/N-Friend name
Third POV
Y/n, a college student that was interested in theatre, went to a college in Nebraska. She worked day to night each day, trying to hand in work on time and trying to get ahead of everyone. She was doing a pretty good job on not being in debt and it would only take one more month for Y/n to finish up college. Apparently, her friend F/N wanted to go on a road trip to California but Y/n refused. F/N left Y/n which left her alone.
A month later, Y/n finished college and got a home in New York city. She has a nice apartment which allows pets so Y/n was able to get a golden retriever named Chica. Y/n managed to get the role as John Laurens and Philip Hamilton in Hamilton, despite the fact she was female. Y/n got another pet, who was a cat named Wilford. So, when Y/n heard noise coming from her office, she thought it was nothing, just her cat getting into trouble again. She was wrong.
Y/n's POV
I listened to the TV in the background while I was sitting in the kitchen. Wilford's sky blue eyes looked at me through the darkness as he approached me on the counter top and eventually rubbed his head against my hand. I petted him and I felt the low rumble of his purr as I continued to pet him. Suddenly, he jerked his head up and his eyes widened, his pupils narrowing down and his ears perked up. I looked at him in his strange stance and he jumped off the counter gracefully and booked it to my office. I rolled my eyes and sipped my coffee. I've never seen Wilford do this before. Is this normal for a flame-point Siamese? Probably. They are very vocal, affectionate, and energetic. Well, that's Wilford's personality anyways. I whistled for Chica and nervously rapped my knuckles against the marble counter top. I hated the dark. The dark always manages to creep into every nook and cranny in my apartment and I hated it. It was terrifying. I heard the click-clack of Chica's nails against the tile floor in the kitchen. I called," Chica?" A flash of white entered the kitchen and Chica's head appeared around the corner of the counter. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips and I watched her walk towards me and lie down on the floor, her head resting on the black and white tile floor. I petted Chica and sipped my coffee once more.
Once I finished my coffee, I washed it quickly and stuffed it in one of the cupboards holding all sorts of mugs. Chica watched my every move and eventually stood up, following me into the living room. I heard a book fall in my office and I muted the TV. I listened for anymore sounds. I tried my best to remember if I accidentally left a book out and Wilford knocked it over off a desk but I couldn't remember any books that I left out or was currently reading earlier today. The last book I read was IT but I placed that back in the bookshelf about two weeks ago when I finished. I heard footsteps that definitively didn't belong to a cat's pawsteps. Chica perked her ears and tilted her head slightly to the side. Chica then bounded down the hall to see what the commotion was. I shut off the TV and rubbed my eyes. I was tired and I really didn't want to know who or what was in my office.
I grabbed a dictionary that had a hardcover on the coffee table and carried it with me to my office. I held it up, ready to bash someone's head, and I opened the door. I saw absolutely nothing. I lowered my weapon down and flicked on the lights. Someone yelped," What the Hell?!" I jumped in surprise and slammed the door shut, holding the door shut. I asked," Who are you?!" The person asked," Where the Hell am I? Can you tell me that?!" I heard Chica and Wilford on the other side of the door. Okay, he won't hurt them. So, what about me?
I waited a moment and decided to answer his question. I said," You're in my office, in my house." The man asked," Did you kidnap me? How did I get here?" I answered," I did not kidnap you. From all I know, you could be some burglar dude robbing my shit because I have no damn idea how you got into my home unless I was really tired and decided to let strangers in my home." Nervous laughter was heard on the other side of the door. He asked," What are those...things in the ceiling?" I paused, wondering how drunk or high this guy was. Maybe he had amnesia? No, that's stupid. Not amnesia. I answered," Those are lights? You know, those things you use to let you see? Electricity? Light bulbs? Ya'know, that stuff?" I unexpectedly opened the door and the guy, who supposedly was leaning against the door, fell. I scanned him quickly and sighed. He was fully dressed in 1700s and 1800s clothing, which was weird. Really weird. I helped him up and he gratefully took my hand. I pulled him up and Wilford brushed up against my leg. I asked," Who are you?" He answered," I'm Philip Hamilton." I looked him over cautiously. He had dark brown hair that was shoulder length and light brown eyes. He was certainly taller than me. I introduced," I'm Y/n." I picked up the book that Philip dropped and saw the biography of Alexander Hamilton.
I said," Huh. Weird that you chose this one, right?" I looked at Philip and he asked," If that happened all in the past then what year is it?" I answered," Welcome to the year of 2018." I put the book back and Chica brought Philip one of her toys. Philip grabbed onto the toy and Chica jerked it back which made Philip grip onto the toy harder, which started a tug-of-war between the two. I smiled and Chica jerked it hard back and Philip stumbled forward and fell. I asked," So, how does it feel?" Philip got to his feet and huffed," Weird." I said," I thought someone broke in and was stealing my shit. Thank god I didn't smack you with that dictionary." Philip chuckled," Yeah, that's good." I put away the dictionary and asked," Well, do you have any questions?" He asked," How did I get here?" I answered," No clue. Don't you at least have any memory of what has happened? 'Cause, well, you're dead...and now alive..." Philip said," I do remember getting shot in a duel and-" I finished," And you died." Wilford brushed up against Philip's leg and I heard Philip ask," Why aren't you freaking out?" I answered," It doesn't seem necessary."
Philip smiled and I asked," What about I show you around the apartment? Obviously, this is my office. Anyways, the dog is Chica and the cat is Wilford." Philip petted Wilford and I turned off the lights as we exited the room. Philip jumped in surprise. I showed Philip around and the whole time, my heart hammered in my chest. I was absolutely terrified. What if he freaks out? I bet he will. I mean, he's been dead for, what? Two hundred seventeen years ago? Yeah, that sounds about right. I wasn't sure how he was going to react to the TV or, well, anything. Or the musical. I finished the tour up and said," And, this is where you'll be staying." Philip looked around the guest bedroom that I had. He said," Thanks." I answered," No problem."
Three months later...
Over the past three months, Philip learned about cars, TVs, lights, and all that other fun stuff. I tried my best to show him what has changed and the biggest thing that hit him was New York city. He told me it has changed so much and I could believe it. He's been starting to go out on his own in the city and a few times, he's gotten lost but I always found him. He got used to the new style of clothing and I told him that a friend of mine wrote a musical about Philip's father. I was going to take him to the musical and he had no clue that I played as John Laurens and him.
I drove Philip to the theatre and we went backstage. Daveed asked," Who's that?" I said," Tell everyone backstage that this is Philip. Remember when I called you guys a few weeks ago?" Daveed stared at Philip and he said," Y-Yeah, I'll tell them. You should probably get ready for the show, Y/n. I'll ask Lin to get a seat ready for him." I nodded and said," Follow me." We entered my dressing room and Philip looked around at it in awe. He said," You didn't tell me you were in this musical." I said," I wanted it to be a surprise." Philip asked," Who do you play as?" I said teasingly," It's a surprise~" Philip sighed and I grabbed my costume. I said," I'll be right back." I entered the bathroom connecting to my room and changed in there.
Lin showed Philip his seat quickly. I put my hair up in a bun quickly and nervously played with the gold buttons with small intricate details carved on them. The lights dimmed and I heard Leslie say," How does a bastard, orphan-"
After Leslie spoke, I walked onto the stage and sang:
The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.
The musical soon went on to Aaron Burr, Sir and a few other songs. The whole time, I watched Philip to see his reaction. Eventually, the night came to an end and I met Philip backstage. Philip exclaimed," That was amazing!" I smiled and said," I'm glad you like it." Philip said," I had no idea you played as Laurens and me." I said," It was supposed to be a surprise." Philip got to meet the rest of the cast and we headed home back to my apartment.
Wilford curled up on my lap and I watched TV, a smile on my face. I looked at Philip who was intrigued by the strange technology and I asked," Philip?" He asked," Yeah?" He looked at me in a questioning manner and I blushed. I asked," Um, uh, do you wanna go out on a date sometime?" Philip processed the question for a few seconds before fully understanding the question. He smiled and answered," Sure." I smiled like an idiot for the rest of the night.
