Maybe that’s the problem
Word count: 2939
Summary: You go to one of philip hamiltons famous parties, and next thing you know, you wake up in his house. shit happens.
Au: Highschool Au
Pairing: Philip x Reader
Warning: Uh. French, mentions of sex??? but really just. the word, underage drinking/smoking (dont do drugs kids) i think thats it.
Note:good god guys, I really loved writing this. Also, I always think of so much to say in the notes when i’m actually writing, but now i forgot all of it. No proofreading, we die like men. I love Georges, anyone wanna see a georges fic? AND Want this to be a multipart fic???? And yeah. I listened to Initiation from The Weeknd, so i recommend you do to. Even if it doesn’t have much to do with the story YET. And georges is sleeping with philip, im sure. (you will understand later) Enjoy. Thats it. Also thanks to @fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines for helping me with the name so philips generation. Check her out guys. She hella cool. Done. Oh. @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky wanted to be tagged. okay im out.
“You’ve never been to a Hamilton-Party?!”
You couldn’t help but giggle at your friend Abigail, her eyes were widened in shock. “I’ve already told you a thousand times I’ve never been to any parties, Nabby”, you reminded her, before taking a seat next to the girl. Abigail lifted her shoulders, giving you a shrug. “Yeah, but the ones at Hamiltons’ are different. I didn’t know you meant those too”, she alleged, plunking down into the chair. Raising an eyebrow in amusement, you explained yourself. “I told you my parents are trying to prevent me from underage drinking at all costs. How was I supposed to find a way to go there anyways?” Your words made your friend twist her mouth. “Hmm”, she hummed, hesitating. She seemed to be contemplating something, which made you curious in an instant. “What are you thinking about?”, you asked her, shifting around in your seat. “Oh nothing”, Abigail informed you, as a wide smile began spreading across her face, “I was just wondering what I should borrow you for tonight! We’re gonna pay the Hamilton Estate a visit!” Reluctant, you crossed your arms. “I don’t know. I mean, I’m not even invited. And if my parents would find out…”, you didn’t even bother to finish your sentence. Your parents were horribly strict and it already took you almost a week to persuade them to let you stay overnight at Abigail’s home. “Come on, don’t be such a party pooper! I’ll be with you, and it’ll be fun. Trust me!”, she reassured you, grabbing your shoulder. “Nobody will find out! And you don’t need an invitation! Everybody can go. Okay? Are you with me?” A deep sigh escaped your throat, before you slowly nodded. “I’m not gonna regret this, am I?”, you joked, but all you received was a shrug, before Abigail left the room.