"Wait for it"~a Hamilton time travel story

My Shot

So uh I just realised how long this song is *sigh* oh well. On with da story

Philip's POV

I just realised how petite (Y/N) is (if ur not pretend u r) she is such a smol bean squee wait what the heck am I talking about any way on with the story because the author is probs going to kill me for doing such a long intro (THE FOURTH WALL PHILIP) oops-

Hamilton:

I am not throwing away my shot

(hi its me and I am low-key angry at Wattpad right now because I wrote 150 words and when I came back with more lyrics for my shot because I copy and paste the lyrics like some shiz will happen with George Eaker all the stuff I just wrote had disappeared sorry about how long this is back to the story)

I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
I'ma get a scholarship to King's College
I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish

"Cocky much" Eacker sneered "ah Mr. Eacker I don't think we've met" (Y/N) said sweetly, putting her hand out to shake, as soon as his hand went down, her hand shot up and BAM slapped him across the face! "THAT" punch "IS" slap "FOR" kicking where the light don't shine "HURTING" karate kick "MY" hand chop "PHILIP" she screeched, he was unconscious "I'm going to lock him in my attic then wait three days then get him down" (Y/N) said her gorgeous smile reterning to her face, when (Y/N) left my Pops' boyfrie- I mean Laurens said "my Philip, eh" He said nudging me "oh shut up" I said turning beet red.

The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin' to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older

"Wow" Pop said, just then (Y/N) returned and sat down next to me, her head on my shoulder. I started to blush, very badly.

These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn its getting dark so lemme spell out my name

"What does the dark have to do with anything?" Aunt Peggy asked, everyone shrugged

I am the

Revelustionarys:

Al-ex-an-d-er ment to be

Hamilton:

A colony that runs indapendently, meanwhile Britain keeps shitting on us endlessly

"I do not" King George said, "yea right, you keep telling that to yourself hun" (Y/N) sassed back

Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century

Enter me!

"but you and Laurens just met Pops" I said earning a (playful) slap from Ma

Og. Revelustionarys:

He says in parentheses

"That's smart" Aunt Angelica said

Hamilton: