~Chapter Six~

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
 A/N- I know this dress is used a lot in the Hamilton fandom, if you do not like this dress than get something that shows all your arms and neck. All will make sense soon. Enjoy this!

                          
~Your P.O.V.~
                          
It was loud down stairs. Sonya was dressed and putting the final touches on me. "No gloves, or necklaces- that will be the best in the long run. I will go down and you will soon after." Sonya kissed my right cheek and left. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was in a bun, with a braid going into it. I would say I looked really nice. With no gloves and no necklace I walked down the main stairs to the ball room. There was a dream-like candle light that filled the room. I noticed a group of men that my Father was in. George Washington, Alexander Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr, and Lafayette were in that group. Funny enough, their sons were in their own group. I was three steps down and then made eye-contact with Philip Hamilton. He had red cheeks when he looked down, away from my eyes. I made my way to my friends, who seemed forever away. I was still walking down the stairs. Oh, the people were looking at my bare arms, my bare arms and neck, bare arms and neck. They were staring and looking, looking and staring. Hundreds of eyes on my bare arms and shoulders. When I looked at Philip he's looking at me, when I look at him, he's looking at me. I'm looking at him, he's looking at me, and I'm looking at him.  Every time I'm looking at him he's looking at me. 

                          
"Looks like (Y/n) can't keep her eyes off a Hamilton," Theodosia said, smirking. Jenna giggled, "Yeah, they can't keep their eyes off each other. How much you want to bet he will ask her to dance?" Sonya smiled at me, and said, "I bet he will come over here soon to ask her to dance." Angelica laughed. "Oh, please! Philip may win every girl that looks at him, but (Y/n) is different; she won't fall for his flirting. Father and Mother have even said that he has had an awkward stance since he was seen months, he cannot dance for his life!" She scoffs and we continued the conversation. His friends pushed him to our group and he walked up to me. Jenna and Theodosia were clinging to each other's arms looking at me with excited eyes- not helping me in my state of helplessness. Angelica was in a state of shock. Sonya was looking at me with pity; she knows something I do not. Philip and I were looking at each other now, he was in front of me. I was slightly nervous- this is the most cleavage and skin I have ever shown- ever!  And I had bare arms and a bare neck and shoulders.

                          
"I-I was wondering if you would care for a da-dance?" I laughed. "Aw, your nervous- didn't know a Hamilton could get nervous. But sure, we can dance." I said and confidently and his eyes lit up. He held out a hand I took it. I left Angelica's jaw on the floor, Jenna and Theodosia celebrating something, and Sonya looking at me with a faraway look. I took my gold dress in my hand we began to dance. 

                          
~Thomas Jefferson's P.O.V~
                          
The band was at top volume, as I joked with the president and men I worked with. Lafayette seemed to be enjoying that he had friends from the war. Martha was at my side, looking around at all the people, most likely hoping that our daughters and sons were behaving themselves. Eliza Hamilton was a lovely women, and I wonder how on Earth Hamilton got such a women. The piano went to a faster pace, the violin following. "Where's your son in the whole crowd Hamilton?" I asked. I hadn't seen him for a few minutes; I was making sure he didn't approach my daughter, (Y/n). They were around the same age. He looked around for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know where he is-" just as he was about to finish his sentence, he cut off and I followed his gaze. As the music was faster and faster, their danced Philip Hamilton with my daughter. She had a smile on her face and she was laughing. How is that possible? Why is she dancing with the spawn of Hamilton? Why is she doing that? With a million questions running through my head, I hear; "Get your daughter away from my son!" How dare that little prick?
                          
I snapped around. "Excuse me?! Get your son away from my daughter!" We continued to argue, George Washington allowing us to do so. I sighed and looked back to where the two were dancing and they- they were gone. Not there in that spot or anywhere on the dance floor. "Hamilton! This is your fault!" I growl at him. He took a step closer to me, "My fault?! Not my problem your daughter is a whore!" There was a gasp from my wife and the others. George Washington started to say something, but I zoned him out and continued to argue with Hamilton. "If any child gets their whorish traits- it's your son. Your mother was a whore, your are one, and so is he. Don't pretend that people don't see any girl willing to bow down at his feet at the sight of him. He flirts with the non-stop and you don't do anything to correct that." I ended my statement and stormed to where my sons where talking to other men. "Thomas, Micheal, James, Jackson, have you seen your sister (Y/n)?" They turned and looked at me. My older sons were married, and Jackson had just asked his girl's father for her hand. James had just found a someone to court. "We haven't seen her. Why?" I sighed, "She was off dancing," they raised and eyebrow at me. "You don't want her to court anyone?" James asked. I growled, "N- Yes- No! Yes I want her to find love, but she was dancing with a Hamilton!" Their mouths formed an 'o' shape and I walked off to search for her myself.
                          
~Your P.O.V~
                          
I looked over where my Father was standing. He was pointing at us and arguing with Mr. Hamilton. "Philip we gotta get out of here," I grabbed his arm and started to race towards the kitchen doors. I swung open the door and it was so hot inside of there. "Why did you do that? We were getting to the climax of the song-" I put my hand on his mouth and pointed out our Fathers. My Father got close to Mr. Hamilton's ear and then stormed off to where my brothers were at, chatting with their women and other men. I took my hand off his mouth, "That explain why?" He nodded his head. " 'Ey! What are yous' doin' in 'ere?" Azizi: I knew that voice anywhere. His name means 'precious', and while he was a slave here, I treated him as an equal. I put my pointer finger to my lips and made a 'shh' sound. He nodded his head. I took Philip by the hand, my many skirts with the other hand, and made a race for it to the yard. We went to the very edge, where the woods began. "Where are you taking me?" He asked. "Just trust me okay? You worry too much, live your life a little! By the way, you aren't afraid to get your boots wet are you?" I asked. He shook his head. I picked up my skirts higher and led the way to a gigantic river that led into a lake. "Woah, how did you find this? We are so far away from your home, and really deep into the woods." He sat down on the dry log. The moon was full and reflecting enough light that we could see each other. I turned my head to the left, he was looking at me in the eyes. "I was eleven, weird things were happening, and I found this place. I come here whenever I'm troubled." We were getting closer and closer, his hand was gently on mine. "You were troubled tonight? Why?" Closer, almost touching. "I mean, you asked me to dance and our fathers noticed we were dancing together. I had a disagreement with my Father yesterday night and-" I was cut off by his lips meeting mine. Our lips worked perfectly together.
                          
He had my arms and I had his. We parted for air, and I was panting, trying to catch my breath. "I can make you forget about your worries." I felt my cheeks go red, and i pushed him a the chest, pushing him off the bench.  I stood. "How dare you suggest that! And here I thought you were a gentleman!" He sat up. "No, no- I wasn't saying that we should do that- I just meant-" He paused. I put my hands on my hips and bowed down at the waist to him, making eye-contact. "What? Tell me." He sighed. "I love you. And I waited seven years to kiss you. I thought, maybe, maybe she likes you back. But now it's clear you don't. And besides that, I'm a Hamilton- and you're a Jefferson; our fathers hate each other," he paused to get a breath, "we never finished the dance." I smiled and let out my hand. "I know. We can start this off by finishing our dance. I am willing to see how this goes, I need some adventure in my life."  He looked at me with wide and excited. He took my hand, I took my skirts and knocked off my white heels. We began to dance, the moon reflecting on the water. His lips connected with mine as we danced almost perfectly; he tripped a second ago.  We parted. "When can I see you again?" I think for a moment. "Two weeks from now, same time. Same place. We must be going, Father was looking for us, he will be upset if he doesn't find us. I'll go, you follow soon after." I put my heels on and he pecked my lips. I blush scarlet.  I walked up the sloops and through the trees. I remember that the opera is in a few days- three to be exact. I always loved seeing the opera wit Sonya when we were younger. I made my way into the kitchen, looking at the barrier of trees, seeing if Philip had come yet. He had not. 'Good,'  I thought. I walked back to my friends, and acted as if nothing had happened.
                          


                          
A/n- I have a lot of 'Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812' things in here, and more to come. If you don't know that musical, I highly suggest that you listen to it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!