Swearing 

You poked your head out of the scratchy bush located on the side of the Hamilton residence. After Philip left, you scrambled after him. 

You weren't really upset at him, but it was fun fooling around with him. 

So after he left you played spy and followed him to his house.

I'm 12, I've known him for 6 years. I deserve to know his parents. 

You popped out of the bush and straightened up shooting a dirty look at the 4 year old staring at you. 

"What?" You snapped.

"Nothing," He said quickly and peddled away on his trike.

You pulled some leaves out of your hair and straightened your shirt. 

That looks decent. 

Then you climb onto the porch and knock on the door. 

You heard yelling. Philip said "fuck you!" To someone. 

Then you heard a low, but musical voice, "Did we scar him?" 

A higher, more light voice answered, "No, he'll be fine." 

Scar him?

You knocked on the door again. Then heard hurried footsteps towards you.

The door was opened quickly startling you.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A woman snarked.

You could tell immediately that you didn't really like her.

"Hello, pleasure to meet you. I'm Philip's friend, (Y/N) (L/N),"

 You weren't normally this formal, but you wanted to appear scholarly. 

"Hold on." 

She slammed the door shut on you. 

I see where Philip gets his bluntness from. 

"Philip, there's a girl standing at the door. I'm gonna let her in!" You heard muffled shouting.

The door opened again. 

"Please, come in." Her voice changed to a softer tone and she smiled at you. 

You cautiously stepped in and looked around. 

There were toys  everywhere.

A man lay sleeping on the couch with the baseball channel on. 

You then heard a terrible crashing noise and loud feet pounding down the stairs. 

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What are you doing here?" Philip exclaimed.

"I came to apologize." 

"For what?" 

"For being rude. Sorry, I was having a bad day, and you scared me when you had that attack. I thought you were dieing." 

"I'm so sorry (Y/N)." 

The mom had wandered away to wake up the man on the couch. 

You walked up and wrapped Philip up in a hug. He hesitated, but only for a moment. Then he hugged you back and you buried (burried hehe) your face into his shirt smelling his fresh scent. 

So you would not appear like you liked him, you pulled away, much to your disliking.

The man on the couch had waken up and wandered over to you. 

"Hello, the name's Mr. Laurens, but call me John."

"Ok, Mr. Laurens." 

He just chuckled and shook his head.

What was Philip so worried about? Sure his mom was rude at first, but she warmed up to me. And his dad is great!

Suddenly you heard pounding and another man had pounded down the stairs holding binders and folders with papers falling out in one hand, and his coffee in the other. 

He put his stuff down on a nearby table and walked up to you.

"Hey, my name is Alexander, but call me Mr. Hamilton," 

You looked confused.

He laughed at you and stuck his hand out.

You wiped your sweaty palm on your pants and shook his hand. 

"My name is (Y/N),"

"Good to meet ya squirt," they both said at the same time. 

You laughed. You couldn't quite figure it out. John looked like Philip, But Alexander acted more like him. The woman was obviously the mom. But who was the dad?

"Wanna meet Angie?" Alexander asked.

You shrugged.

"Sure," 

Leading the way Alexander said, "Her real name is Angelica but we call her Angie." 

He guided you to the family room where a girl was playing with her dolls. She was so cute and had blond ringlets tied up in a high ponytail. 

Alexander left and you sat down next to the girl awkwardly.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi!" She said back. 

"Wanna play dollies?" 

"Sure!" 

After 10 minutes of playing 'dollies' Philip walked into the room.

"Hey Angie, mom's calling you," 

"Oh! Ok! Bye (Y/N)! See you later! Then we can play murder with the dollies!" 

You were really scared but just said,

"Ok!" 

She ran out of the room and Philip sat next to you.

"Murder?" You asked him, your eyes wide.

"She likes to take their heads off." He shrugged. 

You giggled and then stopped. You never giggled. What was wrong with you? 

"Your family seems like a friendly bunch," 

"A little too friendly," he muttered under his breath but the glanced at you and smiled.

"You don't think it's weird having 3 parents?"

"I think it's lovely." 

You put your hand on top of his.