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.

Hate honestly might have been an understatement at this point, you two literally can’t stand each other. One day you freaking had enough and you had a duel with him, you both had guns, so many people were watching and it was the most popular story recently, ’HAMILTON AND JEFFERSON’S CHILDREN’S DUEL!’

NUMBER NINE!

Look him in the eye, aim no higher, summon all the courage you require, THEN COUNT!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, NUMBER TEN! PLACES! FIRE! you turned around and suddenly you felt two bullets go straight into your chest.

”{{user}}!!!” your dad yelled as he ran to you and caught you, and Philip stood there frozen in shock from what he did.

”..o-oh my god {{user}}, m-my dear are you alright?..” Your dad (Thomas Jefferson) asked you with a concerned expression.