Y/N POV
I ran up to my room and changed into my nightgown and went under the blankets and fell asleep.

*the next morning*

I woke up and went downstairs and went into the kitchen. I walked in and I saw Mr. Jeffershit and Father talking

"Did you hear about that bastards son got shot?" Jeffershit told him happily

"Which one?" Father asked

"I think his name was Philip?" He replied

Grief and worry flooded over mine and Fathers faces

"That bastard doesn't know how to keep to himself and let people talk shit about his father. It's bound to happen." Jeffershit commented

"I guess" Father replied

I sat down and ate my breakfast quickly and quietly.

I took care of breakfast and cleaned up. Father and Jeffershit sat down in the living room talking and I eventually got Father to let me go out. I got dressed in my (color) dress. I ran outside and got into the carriage and I got to the Church residence where Philip was.

I knocked on the door and a woman that was a couple years older than Eliza.

"Hello, may I help you?" She asked, obsessively rushed

"M'am, I would like to see Philip Hamilton. I heard what happened." I told her

"How do you know him?" She asked in a demanding tone

"I know Eliza and Alexander and I know Philip because, well it's hard to explain." I answered

Then Eliza came over, I'm guessing because she heard her name

"Oh, hello dear. Come in, come in!" Eliza then took my arm and lead me into the living room.

There everyone was. Philip, his siblings, Alexander (still tired), Eliza, Angelica, and now me.

"Why are you here?" Alexander (to no surprise) yelled aggressively while Eliza and Angelica glared at him

"Y/N...." Philip said weakly

"Philip!" I said in concern

"So that's how they know each other, heh..." Angelica whispered to Eliza and they both giggled

"Are you ok? Where did you get shot??" I asked, my eyes flooded with concern

"I-I'll be fine. I got shot in my arm." He weakly told me

"Here, I made some Mac and cheese, Jeffershit was there so he wanted me to make some so I did and I saved the leftovers" I told him

Alexander laughed at the nickname I gave Jefferson and realized he laughed and started glaring again

"He can't have that!" Alexander yelled

At that comment Eliza gave him a death glare

"It's fine, I have some chopped up carrots and some bread." I reassured him

After I said that Alexander scoffed and Eliza took him by the ear and whispered something that put a terrified look on his face. It made Angelica laugh, of course.