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What the Heck? I Gotta Be With You

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“Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;

Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows

Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,

And the continuance of their parents’ rage,

Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.”


“Ew.” Philip said, letting the book fall to his chest. He already knew the story. He’d watched two different versions of the movie. Now he was reading the play and watching the 1996 version a second time. Which to some may sound like he really liked the story but no. Teachers just sometimes like to repeat things over and over again just ask any history teacher. 

Alex, Philip’s dad, came into the room. “What’s ew?”

Alex was a medium-height man with tanned skin and dark hair as well as brown eyes. He was extremely strong willed and stubborn, but witty and very smart too.

Philip held up his copy of Romeo and Juliet. “We’re doing it again.”

“What’s ‘ew’ about it? Where in the story are you?”

“The prologue.” Philip sighed.

“I’d tell you it only gets worse but you already know that.” Alex chuckled.

“Yes, I do.” Philip spoke exasperatedly.

“You just gotta get through it bud.”

“I know.”

“How much do you have to read tonight?”

“All of act 1 then answer questions on it.”

“Read through your questions first and answer them as you go along.” Alex suggested to his son.

“I know dad.”

“It’s  not that bad. I’m sure you’ll be done in no time.”

“It’s just that the story is so stupid. Why are they fighting? Where did the Capulet and Montague’s hate for each other come from? Why are they always jumping to conclusions? Why is everything so dramatic? Why does it have to be so stupid and end in tragedy?”

“Because it’s Shakespeare, Philip.”


“That means we’ll never know why he wrote it like that.” Alex chuckled.

Philip cracked a smile. “It’s still stupid.”

“I know but you gotta do it anyway.”

“I know. And I will.”

“Good. Dinner will be ready in about a half hour.”

“Alright. Thanks dad.” Philip smiled and Alex left. Philip began his reading as much as he hated it.

Philip Hamilton was 16, a junior in high school and a straight ‘A’ student. None of this was a surprise considering who he was. His father was Alexander Hamilton. A lawyer and politician, and his dad was currently working as Treasury Secretary for President George Washington. His father was a genius and his mother a college professor. Of course he had straight ‘A’s. His parents didn’t pressure him to get perfect grades, but he got them anyway. Overall, Philip lived a pretty easy life with his parents being who they were and sure, sometimes it could be weird or even gross to hear accusations of things his father had supposedly done, but he didn’t let it bother him.

Philip had curly shoulder length hair, and loads of freckles, as well as chocolate brown eyes and a complexion more like his father’s tan one, than his mother’s pastier one. He sometimes swore that he looked like his uncle John more than he did either of his parents, but his parents pointed out that the curly hair could be from his mother’s side, as his Aunts Angelica and Peggy both had curly hair, both his parents had brown eyes, and freckles could be caused by being outside loads. He still teased them about it though.


The next day at school Philip was in English, listening to the announcements as that was the only that would stimulate his brain for the next 75 minutes. On the announcements came news that there would be a school dance coming up.

“Yo,” William Mulligan, his ‘cousin’ tapped his shoulder. “We should go. We can go as a group, you, me, Virginie, and Frances.”

“You know how I feel about these things.” Philip frowned. “It’s awkward because there has to be a secret service agent around, it makes me feel weird.”

“So, it’s just some random dude making sure you don’t get killed. I think it’s cool. Besides, aren’t they only around when you’re not at school or home because there’s already others at home and a cop here at school? ”

“Yeah but most kids in my position wouldn’t get this treatment. Yeah the Secret Service usually protects the Treasury Secretary because they used to be a part of the Treasury department but traditionally his family doesn’t get protection. Me, mom, Angie, Al, and James only get it because Washington is basically our grandfather and my father is, my father. George insisted we get protection too.”

“I’m sure there will be other security there too. It won’t look weird. And think, it could be like how it is for your dad or George, always there.”

Philip sighed. “I guess you’re right. It’s only at events that they can’t control stuff. And fine I’ll go. But only because I know you won’t let this go.” He chuckled.

William smiled. “Great. The girls will be so excited.”


After school Philip went straight home, and was in a good mood. He wasn’t excited to have to take a Secret Service Agent, but it would at least be fun to go to the dance. 

“Mom?” Philip called out as he came home. Eliza was usually home by the time he was, after all, his younger siblings couldn’t be alone or in regular child care so she didn't teach any classes that started later than 2pm.

“Kitchen!” She called out.

Philip went to the kitchen and put his bag down and hugged his mother.

Eliza was a petite, pretty woman with a strong sense of self and a large need to prove herself capable, which she always did. She had a somewhat creamy complexion and had dark hair and brown eyes. Her smile was one of Philip’s favourite things in the world. That and her cooking.

“How was school today?” Eliza asked her son as she hugged him.

“It was good. And I’ll need a SS-agent for three weeks from Friday.”

“What day is that?”

“February 12th.”

“Where are you going?” Eliza said, pulling her laptop over to send in a request for one.

“School dance.”

“A dance? Who are you going with?” She teased.

“I’m going with William, Virginie, and Frances. We’re going as a group of friends.”

“Okay. I’ve sent in the notice that you’ll need one.”

“Thanks mom.” Philip smiled.

“Of course. How’s R&J coming along? Your dad told me you were doing it for English.”

Philip groaned. “I hate it.”

Eliza chuckled a bit. “You just gotta get through it Philip.”

“I know. Thanks again mom. I’ll be in my room.” Philip said as he grabbed a banana and began to head to the staircase.

“Okay. Dinner will be ready at 6:30.” Eliza told him.

“You’ll see me then.” Philip grinned.

“I wouldn’t doubt it for a second.” Eliza smiled.