~Phil POV~
I couldn't believe this. For being sick, he didn't look it. We didn't get to stay long before two nurses shoved us out. They were mean. Before we went home, we stopped at the park. Lil and I went to a mud pile. We looked for worms and other bugs. Lil tried to give up bugs, eating only when she was upset. She was really upset. She slurped them like spaghetti. I was a little worried. I asked her "What's wrong?"
A/N: Sorry it's short. I wrote at midnight. The pairings won't be too extreme. School yard chrushes. This covers the two week gaps in Tommy's Fight. Right now, it's after the first visit.
~Lil POV~
"What's wrong?" What do I say, Tommy's sick. I like Tommy, known him forever. Phil saw through it. "It's Tommy. I worry too Lil. Tommy's like a brother to me." Phil corrected himself. I put down the worm as I felt my nail break. I told mom, and then we left. I went to my room. Fixed my nails, and sat down. When Mom called us for dinner, we were all silent. Dad was at work, as normal. Dinner was fast. Then, we went to bed. Because me and Chuckie lived across the street, we could talk via a walkie talkie. Same with me and Phil. I grabbed mine, and spoke "How ya holdin up?" "Fine, was just talking to mom." The walkie said. "Oh, sorry to bother you. Come over tomorrow around 10." I replied. "Roger, over and out."
~Phil POV~
I heard my walkie chirp. "Hey Lil." "Hey". We were quiet. Then Lil walked in my room. "Okay, Philip. I'll spill. I kinda, like Chuckie." Yeah, we all do." "No." "You-" Yes Phil. Like more than a friend. Like you, but a little... More" She walked out. And I let it sink in. I'll talk to Chuckie in the morning. I picked up the Walkie. "Good night Lil." "Good night Phil" Then Mom came and tucked us in.
