Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

16

"Two tickets for The Eccentric Lover," My father asks the ticket booth man. He gives us the tickets and my father gives him the money. We walk arms linked into the theater and take our seats in the balcony. I play with my hands wanting the play to start. I've longed to see those curtains open.

Unfortunately, a certain curly haired boy walks in with a dark skinned girl. She had curves but a fatty stomach. Her hair was a mess like she couldn't clean up her act for the play. Either God was punishing me or Satan decided to play with me but Philip sits right in front of my father with his girl in front of me. He doesn't even look up at me so I pretend like it doesn't bother me.

Philip finally acknowledges me and gives me a smirk. I don't make eye contact with him so he turns to his girl and brings her into a kiss. Not a pretty kiss it was lustful and sloppy. I hear my father gag a bit and I stifle a laugh. They pull away and my father leans closer to them. I panic for a second.

"Oh sweetheart you got a bit of the whores spit on your chin," He says. She quickly touches her chin and my father shakes his head with a wide smile.

"No, no the 3rd one down," He says easily. I gasp out a laugh.

"Father." I laugh as I hit his arm.

"Hey, I know this man likes to lie but I don't," My father says sitting back in his seat.

"How mature Delilah! Getting your father to fight your battles," Philip spits.

"I never did such a thing! My father speaks his mind," I say, "but a warning keep your dick in your pants in public places."

"At least I can get laid. Your only chance of getting laid is to crawl up a chicken's ass and wait," He says. I tilt my head.

"Oh how funny, I'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance," I fore back at him. He opens his mouth to speak but the curtain opens.

"Sh Sh Philip quiet now with that big mouth," I laugh leaning back into my seat.

After the play my father and I hurry out of the theater. I smile and hug him as a thank you.

"Thank you father," I say as I pull away.

"For what?" He asks.

"For sticking up for me and taking me to see the play," I tell him.

"Your welcome. How did you like it?" He asks.

"I loved it! Sir Frances and Eleanor were so darling! I don't think I ever stopped laughing father it was truly amazing," I rant.

"I'm glad, I actually liked it," He says. My eyes widen.

"Really? Like you'll see more, liked it?" I ask.

"Yeah, I guess so," He says with a playful smile.

"Yes!" I yell as I spin around my father laughing. He laughs as he grabs my hand softly. On the corner there was a fiddler playing his violin. I skip around with my father dancing in the street to the music with him. I burst into laughter as he tries to dance.

I do turns and my father claps as a crowd forms. My cheeks turn red in embarrassment as people start to watch me dance. Suddenly, a handsome man comes up to me and asks to dance with me.

I agree and we start to dance to the music. The music quickens and we start to dance faster. He twirls me and my dress flows in the wind. He pulls me back against is chest and I laugh. He heartily laughs along with me. Pure joy was painted on our faces. The fiddler starts to play folk music so we dance to the fast joyful tone. With quick fast pace dancing. I stumble on the counts and he catches me into a dip.

"What's your name dancing partner?" I ask him.

"George," He says simply.

"Delilah," I say back. He smiles and he lifts me back up.

"Your one dancing partner," I laugh.

"So are you," he says back.

"Thank you for dancing with me," I thank.

"Anytime," He smiles. I see out of the corner of my eye Philip watching me with his annoying show girl on his side complaining but him ignoring her. He was just watching me. I don't give him the satisfaction of a glance so I kiss George on the cheek instead. Today, was a fantastic day.