Time Travel Love [ Philip Hamilton x reader ]

4. [Confused]

Y/N'S POV

There are three reasons why it's okay to freak out sometimes.

1.) A family is hurt or passed away

2.) Your food is not here or a big test tomorrow

3.) THE FREAKING HAMILTON CHARACTERS ARE HERE

Alexander Hamilton looks manlier than the Disney Plus movie, looking like Lin Manuel Miranda

Thomas Jefferson looks more proper, and he's wearing a black suit. Looking like Daveed Digs.

I put my hand over my mouth.

"O-oh m-my gosh!!" I stuttered.

"Pa!" Philip yelled in joy.

"My boy!" He cries in joy as he cane to hug Phillip.

"Who is this lady? Are thee taking to the court?"

"U-um no.. I'm Y/N and um- I think ya'll are the first people to time travel-" You shook your hands, representing jazz hands. Way to go Y/N, not even a smart greeting. They are not going to believe anything I said-

"Well if I do say so myself, the architecture are very different and very detailed here." He said, looking at the shredded grasses I mowed yesterday.

"Uh- well greetings!—ah I don't know any of your slang words.."

"Slang words?"

"Well you guys are from the 1800's.. and now is 2020 and things changed."

"2020!?! This can't be real! That's over 150 years from now!—" he started counting his fingers.

"We-"

"Thee lying, arent you?" Thomas snarled.

"No.. I'm not.. and by using context clues, I think the word "thee" means you.."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"That you could use the word you instead of thee, so I don't get messed up."

"Since when is it thee choice to pick what we say, ratbag." Thomas Jefferson said.

He's right, he is literally the president.

I cleared. "Thomas Jefferson, a president who declared independence-"

"I'm not president.... and independence?! Now that thee say it.."

Shoot.

That didn't happen yet?!

Shoot, 1801.

"Uhh.. nevermind.. dang it."

"How did we end up here?!"

"I don't know, you guys just pooped here and.. landed in my backyard-"

"Y/N?! Is that you?!" A faint voice called.

My mom.

"Shoot— you guys need to hide!"

"Hide? Why can't we meet this young lady-"

I shoved them to a corner for them to hide.

"Guys, please stay quiet!"

"I don't understand—"

"Good. It's for important reasons. It's a live or die situation."

That shut up Alexander and Jefferson.

And Philip.

My mom came over to the backyard, still on her apron looking like Gordon Ramsey's chef.

"I heard some talking here.. you okay?"

I gulped, I usually didn't have to lie to my mom but this was different, I needed to think of an excuse.

"Yeah.. YEAH! IM OKAY!" I yelled, unexpectedly and I quickly cleared my throat.

"I mean, yes I'm okay."

My mom raised her right eyebrow, and crossed her arms.

"Reall-" the doorbell rang, which caused me to tense.

"Oh, let me get that. Must be the mailman." Before she turned back she eyed me like I was a prisoner with secrets.

"This conversation isn't over, yet." Than, she walked out of the yard which caused me to let out a big breath.

"You... you guys can come out now."

"We can't." Thomas voice muffled.

I quickly scolded myself, and walked over there to do it myself.

A/N:

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