This is my First Fanfiction in a while and new to Despicable stories.
At the very top of the Gru residents, a little minion cleaned the windows with a cloth. It was Phil, all dressed in his french maid outfit, which he will never understand as to why Gru made him wear it so many years ago, but he grew to like it and started to have it as his regular attire. Having the best view in the house, he could see cars going down the road, birds in trees and minion in the backyard. Squinting he could see it was Kevin.
Phil had a small crush on him. Well, he claimed it a small crush but in fact he was just crazy for Kevin. Even though Kevin looked the same as the others of his height something about him made Phil like him more. He was independent, brave and the nicest of them all. Phil put his cloth down and watched as the tall one in the yard hit a little ball into a hole in the ground. He saw Kevin wipe away some sweat from his head from under his golfer's cap. Phil had a wonderful idea to get to get noticed by Kevin.
He jumped down from his little stool and made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge and pulled out the container of ice tea. Taking two cups, One for Kevin and one for himself, he poured the tea into each and put it back in the fridge and grabbed ice cubes for the glasses. A smile so big and wide grew on Phil's face and even a hint of pink came on his cheeks as he got closer to the door. He easily slipped out the dog door in the front made for Kyle and began to walk around the house.
"Oh is that ice tea?" A voice asked from behind the play house. Phil stopped and looked, it was Jerry. A plump, spiky haired minion walked over to him. He was in the shade to get away from the heat.
"Yes, I could get you one-" Phil was cut off.
"Can I have one?" Jerry asked, he had an annoying voice after awhile it was deeper than Phil's though.
"Um," Phil thought but didn't want to seem rude to Jerry, gave him his glass. "Sure." He could still give Kevin the left over glass. Jerry took the glass and ran off to the backyard with it. Phil was surprised he didn't drink it right here and ask for the other one like he normally does. Phil hurried to the back to give Kevin the glass, only to find that Jerry had given the glass to him.
Phil had a sick feeling in his stomach, and almost felt he wanted to cry. It was too late to turn around and sulk, Kevin had spotted him.
"Heyhey, Phil!" He had a slight French accent to his voice when he called out to him. He waved him closer, Phil only wished he felt happy to be standing next to Kevin. "I am so happy to see that you brought a glass for Jerry. He was so nice to get me a drink, and it is even better that you got him one." Kevin smiled and flashed his perfect teeth.
"Hehe, yeah. Here...Jerry. Have a drink?" Phil struggled to say nicely and handed the other minion the glass.
"Why thank you, Philip." Jerry said and downed it. Phil hated to be called his full name by Jerry. He looked at Kevin, who was smiling as he nursed his drink. Phil felt a little better knowing that Kevin was enjoying his drink, so Phil made a slight smile too.
"How's your game today?" He tried to ask instead of standing there with somewhat slumped shoulders.
"Oh, I am just practicing my putt today. Though it getting very hot out. Perhaps we should come inside. I could do with a shower."
Phil's eyes widened and drifted as he imagined Kevin taking a shower. The red of his cheeks made Kevin snap him out of his trance.
"Are you okay? You seem to be burning up? Are you ill today?" Kevin had hand on Phil's shoulder, he didn't know what to do. He began to panic slightly and fainted. "Phil?! Oh my, he's passed out. He must have overheated." Kevin looked around for Jerry but couldn't find him. He must have walked back into the house. Kevin wrapped his arms around Phil's body and lifted him to his feet and tried his best to get Phil on his back to carry him to his bed.
What seemed like forever, Kevin finally made it to his own room. He wanted to be sure Phil was going to be okay, he placed him on his bed and removed the headband on him and searched for a washcloth to cool him. He removed the goggles and placed to the side and got the cloth on Phil's forehead and dabbed him off. After awhile he just left the cloth on his head as he went to get changed in the bathroom.
