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Dear Theo - Part 7

Part seven of Dear Theo, my collab with @drabbles-of-a-cosmonaut.

This is pretty fluffy. We hope you guys enjoy it. Favorite, reblog, and comment.

Tw: homophobic slurs, George Eacker

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

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A month later and everyone knew. Everyone but Philip. Christmas was fast approaching and Theo’s nerves were shot. What if somebody let it slip? “C’mon Pip, I wanna run to the art room and grab my paintings,” Theo said, grabbing Philip’s hand and dragging him along.

“Theo, they’ll be here after Christmas break, we’re gonna miss–”

“Oh, shut up. Besides, how many times have you had to go back to dig something out of your locker and we had to walk home?” Theo shot back, a hint of a smile tinting her voice. Philip rolled his eyes.

“Alright, whatever, but please hurry,“ he said, smiling. As Theo bustled into the art room, Philip leaned against the doorframe watching her. Even now, he couldn’t deny how completely enamoured he was with how Theo could just be. It was like she existed in her own world half the time, subconsciously going throughout her routine while caught up in her own mind.

Just thinking about her brought a smile to Philip’s face. However, a thought kept oozing into the back of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to wipe it out. Recently, Theo had been acting more… he wasn’t even sure how to describe it. She wasn’t being closed-off, but there was definitely a secret being kept. Pip didn’t press for details; he knew his best friend would tell him if she was ready for him to know.

“Philip?” Theo had reappeared in the door, scaring Philip. Had he been so caught up in his thoughts? He jumped back, startled.

“Jesus, Theo, don’t scare me like that.” He sighed, clutching his chest. Theo let out a small laugh- that by itself was enough to bring a rose tint to Pip’s face.

“Let’s go, we might still be able to catch the bus if we run.” Theo said, making sure the paintings were safely tucked under her arm.

“Nah,” Philip grinned, ear to ear. “Let’s walk. I wanna spend more time together without having to suffer on a hot, crowded bus.” He said.

Theo’s smile brightened immediately, and she playfully punched Philip in the arm. “Fine, but you’re carrying my backpack.” She shrugged it off, and Philip accepted it.

“I’m so ready for the break.” Theo sighed.

“Me too.”

(line break)

One day into the break, they were both lounged up in Philip’s bed, Theo drawing and Philip napping.

“Pip? You awake?” Theo asked softly, so as not to wake him if he was asleep. Philip hummed drowsily, signalling that he was almost sleep, but not quite.

Theo looked at him for a second, studied the way that he would always sleep with a bit of a smile when she was with him; she let her eyes wander across the constellations of freckles that adorned the bridge of his nose, watched as they spread out to the rest of the skin on his face- Philip Hamilton was art, and she loved him. Theo’s eyes returned to the sketchbook on her lap. She had mimicked Philip’s sleeping form onto the paper, but it could never sum up to the real deal.

“Didja have somethin’ t’ ask me?” Philip slurred drowsily, attempting to blink the sleep from his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Theo shook her head. “No… No, It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” She dismissed quickly. This caught his attention, dragging the older of the two into an upright position.

“No, tell me. What’s up?” Pip leaned forward a little. Theo shied away, flipping the sketchbook closed.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll tell you later.” She insisted.

Philip frowned, biting the inside of his lip. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Theo nodded. “Yeah, I know, I’m just… you know, It’s not important, I promise I’ll tell you later, just go back to sleep.” She hugged the pad to her chest.

Philip’s eyes shone with concern, but he backed off.

“You know I love you, right, Theodore?”

Theo’s eyes started prickling at the edges, and she nodded quickly, moving to untangle herself from Philip. “I’ll be right back-” Her voice caught in her throat as she rushed to leave before the tears started to fall.

“Wait, Theo-!” Philip called out after her, confused. Theo practically ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, locking it. She pressed her hands to her mouth in an attempt to hush the sobs that she choked out.

Why had -he- overreacted like that?

Philip didn’t know. He couldn’t know.

Keep it together, Theo, he just said your name.

You’re fine. I’m fine.

Theo slid to the floor, squeezing her eyes shut.

I’m fine. It’s okay. He doesn’t know. He didn’t do it on purpose.

“Theo?” Philip’s voice came through the door as he knocked softly. Theo took a shaky breath, but didn’t respond.

‘It’s killing me not to tell you but-’ she mouthed, as if pretending to say it would make her feel better.

“Theo, please, let me in,” Philip pleaded from the other side of the door.

‘I’d rather bear being a boy so long as I didn’t risk losing you.’

“I’m fine Philip, just… just give me a second…’ She whispered, voice rough.

After a moment, she heard the sound of Philip padding away from the door, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She already had an excuse laid out: She had just been stressed out at school and she needed to let it out, it wasn’t a big deal. Surely that would put him off for a while, just-

“Theo?” This time, it was Eliza’s voice that interrupted Theo’s thoughts. She sniffled, drawing her knees into her chest.

“It’s alright, Philip isn’t out here with me. You can open the door, if you’d like.”

Almost immediately, the door flung open and Theo barreled into Eliza’s open arms, burying her face in the other woman’s shoulder. Eliza wrapped her arms around Theo, cooing to her in an attempt to comfort her.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Her voice was soft, lacking judgement.

Theo leaned back slightly and wiped the tears from her eyes, drying the ones that slid down her cheeks. “He called me Theodore. It’s dumb, and I should have expected it sooner or later, but it just hurt and I wanna tell him but I don’t want him to stop loving me. I don’t want to lose my best friend.” She was sobbing again and Eliza held her close, brushing her hair with her fingers.

“Theo, you know he’ll never stop being your best friend. Tell him when you’re ready, honey. The most he’ll feel is a little upset that he was the last one to know. But he won’t be mad at you baby girl. He’ll love you as much as, if not more than, everyone else. Just take your time darling. It’ll all work out.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks Aunt ‘Liza.” Theo threw her arms around Eliza. “I love you.”

Eliza returned the hug and pressed a kiss to Theo’s forehead. “I love you too.”

(Line break)

They were walking side by side through Central Park. It was New Year’s Eve and they were walking through the falling snow the crisp snow, hardened into ice, crunching beneath their feet. Theo’s hair waved over her ears, her hair draping past her shoulders. It was nearly 10:00 at night and they were walking to Times Square. Their hands were freezing, their fingers interlocked. They had both pushed away Eliza’s recommendation that they wear gloves, stating that they would be in Times Square. They’d be surrounded by bodies. They wouldn’t need gloves.

Theo was glad she had worn her scarf.

Times Square wasn’t much warmer than Central Park. There were bodies everywhere, but they were spread out just enough for the wind to weave through them. They moved through the sea of people and pushed their way to the middle of the festivities. People were dancing everywhere, drunkards were stumbling, and everything was overbearingly loud.

Philip wrapped his arms around Theo and held her flush against his chest, his arms pulling her close. She blushed, knowing how much she enjoyed being in his arms, much like a lover. Time seemed to fly as Theo swayed back and forth, Philip’s arms wrapped around her. Someone yelled “Thirty seconds to midnight!” People began smiling, watching the ball, waiting for it to finally light up.

Philip’s arms released Theo and entwined their fingers instead. Their eyes met for a moment before fixing their eyes on the shining ball above everyone’s heads. People began counting down from ten. The ball was slinking closer and closer to the bottom. Eight. Bodies packed close. Five. Theo’s hand gripped Philip’s tighter. The world seemed to slow down as Philip stared at Theo, Theo staring back. Three.

It was just the two of them. Philip’s face moved closer to Theo. Two. Their lips pressed together. Theo’s eyes grew wide before she kissed Philip back, their lips molding together perfectly. One. Philip’s hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer. Happy New Year! Her hand wrapped in his hair as he dipped her back. Cheers sounded around them as he pulled her back up, his lips leaving hers.

Both of their faces shone red, partly from the cold, partly from the breathtaking kiss that happened between them. Philip’s curls were scrunched up from her hand, but they both had a smile on their faces. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, grabbing Theo’s hand and pulling her back towards Central Park. They ran the moment they got out of the crowd, their laughter filling the air as they ran.

Central Park was surprisingly quiet. The festivities could be heard in the distance, but few people could be seen in the park. Fireworks blasted overhead, and there were lights twinkling everywhere. Theo grabbed Philip and pulled him between trees, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was naturally reciprocated and the two of them kissed, just basking in the acknowledgment of their mutual affections for each other. When they broke apart, no words were shared. Their foreheads pressed against each other and they were so close to each other, it seemed as though no air could get between them.

“I knew you two were faggots for each other,” a voice sounded from the trail beside them.

Philip and Theo couldn’t break the smiles on their faces or the eye contact that they shared. “George Eacker, you leave right now, and never bother us again, or I won’t hesitate to demolish your jaw. It’d be a shame since I heard it just finished healing.” He finally broke his eyesight with Theo before looking up. “Doesn’t look like it healed right did it, fuck face?”

George began to storm towards them, hands balled in fists. “I don’t know who you think you are, Hamilton, but-”

Pip leaned away from Theo and walks to George, getting into his face. Thank god for that growth spurt. He leaned closer to Eacker, talking quietly, but not whispering, in his ear. “You’ll leave me and Theo alone, and you’ll never bully another kid, or I’ll let everyone in NYC know that you’re a registered sex offender.” He stepped back. “And then I’ll break your fucking jaw.” With that, he smiled, turning away to grab Theo’s hand. “C'mon, Theo. Let’s go find some better company.”

Theo took Philip’s hands in hers and pulled him into another kiss, surprising Philip and making George curl in on himself in disgust at the sight, before Theo laughed and walked away, Philip trailing behind him.

“Damn Theo. That’s my best friend!” He cheered, laughing.

Theo’s smile wavered but Philip hardly noticed. Even after the kisses they had shared, the hand holding, the lasting hug in Times Square, she was still just the best friend.

Philip gently stopped her before they walked out of the park. “I love you, Theo, you know that, right? I love you more than I probably should, but I do. I couldn’t think about spending my life with anyone else but you. You’re my soulmate, I know it. You have to be. I want you to be more than my best friend. I can’t deal with you only being my best friend, so will you be my boyfriend?”

Theo’s lip quivered, for multiple reasons. But she would rather be Philip’s ‘boyfriend’ than just his best friend any day. “Yeah,” she whispered, a tiny smile on her face. “I will.”

Part Eight

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