Time Travel Love [ Philip Hamilton x reader ]

3. [ The rest of the 1800's ]

Y o u r P O V

I stared at the stranger, took in some of his facial features.

Noticeable freckles spread across his pale, lightly tanned yet smooth skin with his curly hair put into a pony-tail. A sharp jawline I may add.

"H-how did you get here?!" I stuttered, ready to aim my bat.

He looked confused at where he is, and a pint of scariness in his face.

"Uhm, Pardon me, but where am I?"

I took a gulp. "Y-you're in my bathroom.."

He scrunched his eyebrows. Cute-

"Bathroom? Why, this is a.. nice bathroom. Never seen anything so.. colorful." I blinked. More than once.

"U-um, thanks?"

"Aren't you suppose to wear a formal dress?" He questioned taking a good glance in my outfit.

"Dress? I only wear it on occasions-?"

"So it's night?"

"No?"

"Well, I certainly never seen that kind of clothing before.." I was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, what a normal girl would wear. "What? How can yo..."

I took a glance at his clothing. 1800s clothes. I don't even know how to describe it..

"What year is it?" I asked.

"1797?"

"No."

"How can you be sure that I'm wrong, foozler? I'm never wrong."

Foozler.

"Well, you are now. It's 2020. And we are suppose to be social distancing."

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I showed him to my room and with one glance, he looked shocked. "Oh my, such detail. I never knew these existed!"

He took a look at the LED lights I had in my room which were the color blue.

"What are those?"

"Uh, led lights.. basically colorful lights." I said, with half of my attention talking about the lights. My brain was focusing on what I am just witnessing.

Was it a prank?

What this actually happening?

Sure, I've read many fan fictions about this happening, but I didn't think it would actually happen.

"Miss?"

I snapped my head towards him, breaking my thoughts.

"Huh?- yes?"

"Apologies, but you were staring somewhere, and stopped moving."

I let out a dry chuckle.

"Did you just chortle?"

I stopped. "Chortle?"

He looked at me, with a confused expression. "Yes, chortle.."

"You still use the word chortle?"

"What do thee mean?"

"Thee?.. you really are from the 1800's. You've got- the look and the language and.. you even talk like an alien?"

"Aliens? What a foolish thing to say as a women."

"Well.. I am 17.."

"Well we have something in common, don't we?"

"Oh my pie, stop with the formality! I can't take it!"

"Vazey, this is how we talk. Where is your manners and such words you—"

"Shut the heck up Kevin! This is 2020!"

"My name is Philip Hamilton! If thee were a men I would duel you.."

"Duel? Man that's illegal!"

"In Jersy, it's certainly legal!"

I was willing to not crack up at the joke that was in the play.

"Well it's not now!"

"2020?.. wow.. I would have been over 200 years now.." He touched his chest and face, feeling if he has gotten older.

"Wait wait.. if you time traveled here.. then that means the rest of the Hamilton characters—"

Meanwhile.. with Jefferson and Hamilton.

THUD

"Ah Jefferson, I will-" Alexander Hamilton began to rant until he stopped, taking a good look at his surroundings.

"What- this is not Da- Pardon me, General Washington's office.." He muttered, still using politeness.

THUD

Alexander snapped his head at the sudden sound.

"J-Jefferson?" He stuttered, with a tint of spat.

A deep voice groaned, in agony. "Hamilton? What did thee do to—" he said, and stopped once he got up and saw his surroundings.

Alexander let out a relieved sigh, but quickly reminded himself that Jefferson was no friend.

He aggressively walked over the Thomas.

"Where the bloody zone are we?!"

Thomas shrugged, with glaring at Hamilton. "I don't know, don't thee ask me Gibface!"

Alexander looked taken back, and offended. "Gibface?! I will ruin your career, Ratbag! Just you wait."

Thomas and Hamilton were glaring off as Y/N walked in the room.

Or should I say backyard?

A/N: that's a wrap!