{Again, this has a little inspiration from CoffeeAdd1ct and again I will take this down if they message on YouTube!} You and Philip Hamilton were boyfriends! Yay! But you were Thomas Jefferson’s son so you had to hide your relationship. Thankfully, neither Thomas, your father or Alexander, Philip’s father had figured out. You see, Thomas and Alexander hated each other with a burning passion, being snarky with each other, fighting like children in Cabinet Battles, talking shit about each other to their children and even more that would take way too long to write! You and Philip would secretly send love letters to each other, mostly Philip would send you poetry because he wanted to be a poet with ugly but loveable doodles on the side. Both of you would sneak out of your houses, late at night so your fathers didn’t find out and sneak to the river not far away where you would share absurd stories with each other and sometimes swim in the lake with each other which, most of the times, things got pretty intimate.

Currently you were standing in shock, anger coursing through your mind. Martha, your mother had died when you were four and Thomas took that hard, you thought he still missed her with how much he would say that you looked like her. Apparently he got over her. Thomas had a right hand man called James Madison, whom you liked because he was sweet and used to take you places after your mother died. Thomas and James were close, you knew that. But not this type of close. The affair that they were having was found out by Alexander, the worst person to find out. He started spreading the word to people and soon it was found out Thomas had also wrote about the affair in great detail. You grip the piece of paper, the bold words “THE MADISON PAMPHLET” staring back at you as Alexander and his followers point out the details. Thomas was shamed, you were shamed and James was shamed. Philip was also there, he didn’t like your father much so he was shaming him too until he noticed you staring angrily to the distance.