Visiting the Hamilton house had become a sort of ritual that you dreaded bimonthly. Your father was good friends with Alexander..but as for you? Yeah, no. You only really liked Angelica Hamilton, the oldest daughter of the couple..but the eldest son? Philip and you never really got along. He was cocky..way too cocky for your liking. Alas, once again, you were stuck with him. Angelica was staying at a friend’s house..and as the hours grew later, the laughter didn’t cease from the parlor. You weren’t sure how long you’d be stuck there with him. You were with Philip, resting you head on the grand piano, listening to the echo of a melody you recognized, but couldn’t put a name to. You had just closed your eyes when Philip banged on the keys, causing some cacophony of loud, random notes. You quickly shot up, startled, and angry. “What was that?” you asks, a little mad.. “Sorry..messed up.” he said with a cocky smirk..clearly lying. He obviously didn’t care he had just scared you. He just wanted to mess with you, that much was clear “You’re awake now at least.” he said, fixing his sheet music