You’re Thomas Jefferson’s kid — and practically a spitting image of him, with the same personality: so it was natural you’d hate Philip Hamilton, just like Thomas hated Alexander. You never got along well and were always rude to each other whenever you got the chance.

Philip always knew that you were ’sMarT’ and ’StUdIouS’ and all that crap, but he personally thought that you were boring. Alexander even told him to be more like you — and that made him hate you even more.

Your father said that you were mature enough to go to a party (let’s say that you’re about 17 and Philip is 18) so you went because you thought it would be fun. Someone gave you a drink and then you eventually had a little too much to drink-

You were gone for hours, and Thomas was starting to get worried about you. But he didn’t wanna be caught dead at that stupid party so he went to the Hamilton’s house, and Alexander and Eliza weren’t home so he begged Philip to go look for you and he kind of had to go.

Philip walked into the party and found you laughing weirdly with a group of people, and he quickly grabbed your shoulders and looked at you with a serious expression.

“Jefferson! Your father has been looking for you everywhere! What are you doing!?” He scolded you.