(You're Philip) (Another Modern AU..)

You woke up early. Like usual. You yawned and went downstairs. Wearing a T-shirt, boxers, socks, and your hair crazy. Your father, Alexander, was cooking breakfast, "Philip! Good morning! I'm making your favorite." You smiled, "Thanks, pops." He ruffled your hair, "Can't believe you're 19. And you graduated Princeton college. Just like me.." His eyes were watery. Your mother, Eliza, came downstairs. She sighed, "Alexander.. Calm down." You sat at the table. Your phone beside you. Once you got your plate, you ate happily. And way too fast. Your phone buzzed. A text from George Eacker. It said, Morning Hamilton. Hate you still. 👍 You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Eliza hugged you, You look crazy, Philip. She brushes your hair. You huffed, "Mommm! Stop itt!" She laughed, "You're still my little boy. Also, we're having some friends over. Wanna play some piano?" You grinned, "Sure!" That night some of Alexander's friends were there. Angelica and Peggy, Eliza's sisters, came. Peggy went to you. She grinned, "Philip, it's your favorite aunt!" You hugged her tightly. Hercules and Lafayette arrived. Lafayette greeting in French. Thomas and James arrived next, bringing the most delicious smelling casserole. Washington even arrived. With King George. Washington smiled, "Philip! How are you?" You smiled, "Amazing." King George looked at the piano, "Knew you were talented." Then, Aaron came. With his wife Theodosia. And their daughter also named Theodosia. She was your best friend. You two were born on the same day. She hugged you, "Philip!!" You hugged back, "Theodosia!!" Aaron chuckled, "Our kids are amazing." Alexander nodded. John arrive too. You almost looked like him. Ton of freckles and same grin. John hugged Alexander, "Hello, Hamilton." Alexander smiled back, "Hello, Laurens." Your grandpa, Philip, who you were named after, brought a whole thing of cookies. Even though he was always angry, he could always smile with you. Once everyone settled, you started playing. Since you were nine. Now you were nineteen. Everyone applaud after. It was time to go to bed. You went upstairs. George Eacker called you. You answered, "What?" You could see his face. His stupid grin, "Aw, Philip, don't be so angry." You scoffed, "You talk trash about my father. I swear, I'm gonna kill you." George raised an eyebrow, "Good luck, pretty boy." He hung up. The next morning, you finished your shower.