007 Reunion

August 27

(time skip to when Pip is fourteen)

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Philip POV

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doors. It's the morning of my very first day of high school. It's nerve wracking. Forget me in chapter four, this is way worse.

So many tall, intimidating juniors and seniors. So many kids who smell bad and try to cover it with axe. So much swearing....fuck ;)

I was assigned a tour guide at freshman orientation. Their names were Jeremy and Michael. They're seniors. Jeremy seemed odd, like afraid of something. Dude needed to be more chill. Michael seemed cool and fine and chill. They had a bunch of jokes about something called a squip? Sounds fishy.

When the bell rang, I got a bit lost trying to find my English class. Georges de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette's cousin (ik he was Laf's son but for the sake of the story, he's his cousin), showed me the way. He's a year older.

I sat down at a desk that had my name on an index card. I put my backpack down and grabbed my poem journal. I started writing random words and phrases as my teacher took role. One name surprised me. It surprised me so much that I dropped my pencil. The girl picked it up.

"Theodosia Burr?"

"Here."

Holy shit. Holy fuckign shit.

Theodosia POV

I moved back to New York after five years when my mom decided to. I had no say. And she had no reason.

I liked it here anyway. I didn't make any friends in Washington DC. I had one girl I'd occasionally tall with in art, but everyone else was either mean or annoying or had friends who were. I didn't want that really.

I found my English classroom and walked in early to talk to my teacher, get to know him. His name is Mr. Browne. He has super curly, dark hair. Apparently he used to work on Wall Street.

(anyone seen Wonder?)

He seemed cool. I went to my assigned desk and took out a piece of paper to doodle on.

When the bell rang, kids flooded into the room, quickly finding their seats. Mr.

Browne took role. He called my name and I said "here," just like I rehearsed in my head. :3

Someone dropped their pencil so I picked it up. Huh. He looks surprised.

One name surprised me. Not enough for me to drop my pencil.

"Philip Hamilton?"

"Yeah. Er here."

Ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy.

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After class, Philip caught up to me and we sat in front of the C wing in the little garden outside. Aw. A rose garden.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"You moved back?"

"Yeah."

"When?"

"A week ago."

"Oh. Cool!" He smiled.

"I'm sorry I suddenly moved away."

"What. Why?"

"I don't know. You were my best friend. I missed you a lot. I didn't make any friends in DC. And I was there for five years."

Philip POV

Impossible. She had no friends? DC kids are whaCc.

And oh my gawd she looks so different. It's been five years, duh, but I mean was she always this cute? Oof.

"Oh. Well those kids are whack."

"Whack?"

"Yeah. You're awesome. That's why we were friends."

"Oh." She giggled.

She giggled.

"Yeah.."

"We're still friends right?"

"Hell yeah."

"Yay! Well you've definitely changed. I wanna know this Philip."

"Changed how?"

Theodosia POV

He's hot

Philip POV

"Oh," she giggled again. "I don't know. I mean you're a high schooler now. Still into poetry? Cool things you've done?"

"Ah. Well yes, I still love poetry and writing in general. Cool stuff? Um, I ate a whole pineapple."

"Wait, you mean in one sitting?"

"Yeah. Don't do it. My mouth was stinging for hours."

She laughed. As did I.

(y'all I've done that. it hurts. stupid acidity.)

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Damn Theo, you're thirteen hah.

But now they're back at the same school.

Also I made it so Jeremy and Michael were juniors last year, so the sQuiP sHit happened last year for them. Yeet.