Someday

Quatre

I'm really sorry that I haven'y updated this story more often. I just decided for The Story of Tonight to be my main focus since it's basically the first book I've published on here (actually the second, but that was on my old profile). So when that one's done, I'll make this my main focus.

Today was the day! Philip's birthday! I was kinda nervous. What if Philip didn't like his present? What if he changed his mind about being friends? What if his friends didn't like me? I pushed those thoughts out of my head speedy quick, and focused on the excited part of myself.

I held Philip's present in my lap so it wouldn't fall out of the carriage. I smiled at daddy, and he smiled back. Only his smile looked weird because it was like a sad, mad, and happy smile, all at the exact same time!

The carriage finally came to a stop, and the driver guy let us out. I jumped out and ran to the giant house as fast as my legs could go. When I got to the door, there was a stranger there. She looked a couple of years older then me. Maybe eight or nine. She had hazel eyes, long, curly hair, and a ton of freckles. I decided to introduce myself. "Hello there!" I waved  at the girl. She smiled and waved back. "I'm Theodosia Alston Burr, but you can call me Theo! I'm exactly six and a half" I said, showing her on my fingers. "I'm Francis Laurens!" The girl replied. "I'm eight!" Then, daddy walked up next to me. I introduced hime to my new friend. Daddy chuckled a little bit. "I had a friend who's last name was Laurens. Well, sort of a friend." He smiled to himself. "I guess I never really showed it, but I did care about them a lot."

"Them?" Francis asked. "Yes. Them. Laurens, Mulligan, Lafayette, and Hamilton." Daddy answered. "Wait! Hamilton is Philip's last name!" I cried excitedly. "Philip's father, Alexander. We used to be friends."

"Used to be?" I asked. "What happened." Daddy sighed sadly. "Well after the battle of Yorktown, everything went downhill in our friendship. Lafayette went back to France, Hercules Mulligan went who knows where, John Laurens was killed by British soldiers who hadn't yet received word that the war was over," I gasped, and he continued, "and Alexander Hamilton started to insult my name for his own political benefit."

"Wait." Francis said, a hint of sadness could be heard in her voice. "You said that John Laurens was killed in war, right?"

"Yes. Yes I did." Daddy replied sadly. "Well, my dad's name was John Laurens, and he died in war about two and a half years ago." Francis looked down at her feet. "I was only six." She whispered. 

I couldn't find anything to say. My mind just filled with sympathy for Francis. "I'm very sorry." I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. We stood still for a little longer until Francis broke the scilence. "We should probably knock. We've been standing here talking for the past five minutes." She reached out and knocked. Immediately, the door was opened by a pretty woman. She had soft eyes and long, dark hair.

"Hello there Francis!" She said, then turned to me, "You must be Theo! Philip has been excited to see you again." Lastly, she looked at my father and curtsied. "Mr. Burr, god sir, it's been so long!" 

"Indeed it has!" My father replied with a smile.

"Oh yes, and Theo, you can call me Eliza." I nodded politely then ran off with Francis, who seemed to know the house well.

Finally, you caught a glimpse of curly hair. "Philip!" I cried. He quickly turned around and a bright smile lit up his face when he saw me. I ran speedy quick into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Guys!" Philip said to his other friends that were there. "This is Theo!" They all introduced themselves. All of Philip's siblings were there, a boy with a French accent whose name was Georges, and two muscular kids whose names were John and William.

Gorges said that his father was meeting with someone in New York, and that's why they came all the way from France.

The party was going great. After presents and cake, Francis jumped up on the table and yelled. "Come on! Y'all gotta rise up and sing!" Mr. Hamilton, who had stopped his writing to come and join the party for awhile, chuckled. "Francis," He said, "You have no idea how much you remind me of your father." Francis smiled at the comment, and continued her mission to make us all sing.

We started a dance party in the living room, but somewhere during our jam session, Francis disappeared. We all went searching, and finally found her sitting in the dining room, listening closely to something Mr. Hamilton was saying. Francis looked over her shoulder and saw us.

"Come on guys!" She beckoned us to come and sit. "Mr. Hamilton is telling war stories!" We all sat around the table, excited to hear what he had to say. "Should I start over?" Philip's father asked. "Yes please! From the very, very beginning." Francis said. "Oh! You mean from before the war? The very, very, very, beginning?" My eyes widened. "Yes!" We all cheered.

Mr. Hamilton explained where he was born, and his hard life, his fathers departure, and his mother's death. he talked about the hurricane, people collecting money for him, and getting on a ship to America.

"That's where I met your father." He pointed to me, "He was my first friend. Shortly after, I met three other men that changed my life completely. Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, and John Laurens." He got choked up when he said Francis's father's name.

He continued on with how he had became the great general, now president, George Washington's right hand man, and how he had met Eliza, and about war.

When he was done, he stood up and took a bow. "The end." He concluded. We all clapped loudly.

When it was time to go, my father picked me up, thanked Eliza, then left.