Author's note; Well well well. Here I am. And I feel terrible. Honestly, I promised two a week and I gave you nothing:( I think I just forgot how much I love writing this stuff for you guys. But then my e-mails finally came in and I saw some awesome people who motivated me to write:) (I'll mention at the bottom) So here you go, I hope you enjoy!
Waking up isn't such a feat anymore. It's a pleasure. Every morning I'm next to Phil so my day becomes great before it's really even started. This particular morning I'm snuggled up next to him, wrapped under the blanket tight. The air is cold and crisp and even the window is glazed over with beautiful swirls of ice. Alas, winter has declared itself. Phil's already awake, I can tell by the rhythm of his chest. I yawn as a good-morning. Phil yawns too. "It's too cold to get up, Phil sighs. I smile in agreement and look up to him. Woah, he's wearing glasses. I reach up and trace the outline of his frames. "Your glasses are cute," I sigh absent mindedly. Phil raises his eyebrows but doesn't object. I put my head back on his chest and secure the cover around us so it conceals the warmth. Damn, it's cold today.
Just as I step out the shower I realize it's a friday. That means Phil and I are going over to Chris and Pj's today. Shit. I'm still not used to being around people I like. It's such a change to go from having no friends to being in a group of four. I like it, don't get me wrong, I'm just not used to it. I realize I've been stood still in my towel for a good few minutes; I left my clothes in the room and I'm getting cold. I tighten my towel around me. "Phil?" I call meekly. My cheeks are already flushed. He pops his head round the door, already giggling. "Yes, Daniel?" He says promiscuously. I blush further. I stifle a giggle too, trying to look deadly serious. "I left my clothes on my bed," I whine. Phil bursts into laughter, swinging away from the door. I clasp my arm with my hand. He leaves the door open so I can see him. He's really tall, I notice. I think, though, that I'm taller. Which is weird because when we first met I was shorter. All this reminds me of his age. He is twenty-one. Nearly twenty-two. I'm seventeen. Not even old enough to drink. It actually dawns on me how young I am. I've spent the large majority of my school time freaking out about a future that is so far away. Phil walks back in, waving my clothes in my face. I snap my head up and realize further that my whole life is falling into place. "Dan-" I wrap my arms around his neck, engulfing him is a massive hug. He hugs back, uncertain of my sudden burst of affection. I sniff, damn it really is cold. "Thank-you," I whisper, my words creating breath that floats further into the air. I hope you understands how amazing he really is.
I dress in a hurry. All the nakedness, kissing, life having a sense of purpose and cuddling makes us later then usual. I'm just dragging the straighteners through my hair as Phil packs both of our bags. I'm still not used to people touching my things, every time he moves a book I flinch a little. He turns round, aware that my eyes are trained on him. He smiles. "Ready to go?" I frown, snapping my straighteners like a mouth. I motion for him to come closer. He moves slowly with an air of suspicion. "Not quite," I murmur, lifting my straighteners to his hair. He widens his eyes comically but lets me style his hair. I'm just doing the back when I realize how gay I'm acting. I didn't even know about my sexuality until Phil moved in. I place the straightens down and wrap my arms around his chest from the back. "I'm so lucky," Phil whispers. "I came here and found you." He turns to face me and places a kiss on my lips. "Well, think about how I feel. Being here for years then you come and make my life 100% better." And we're off again. Kissing. Until that faithful knock at the door. It's shrill and angry. "It's always a knock that disrupts us..." I mutter, opening the door. Ah, a teacher. A very angry teacher.
We weren't even that late. Just like, a half hour. Jeez, now we have to 'serve the consequences' as the teacher worded it, in an hour detention after last lesson. We're in college, not high school! And that means we'll miss out on valuable gaming time at Chris and Pj's. Ugh, I just bought a new game. I don't know what she's gonna make us do for an hour. Although, it is pretty funny. What with Phil being twenty-one and staying for an hours detention. He's not too impressed though. I hold his hand on the way to my lecture, swinging our arms back and forth. His lips are pursed. Damn, he is cute. I reach the door of my lecture theatre, giving him a quick peck on the lips before half an hour of a shitty, shitty lecture.
The day ticks slowly through, right up until last lesson, media. All four of us share the back table. Chris and Pj took the camera home this week and filmed a few bits for the day in our life type project we're working on. "It's your turn now, just like say goodmorning to the camera and stuff over the week," Pj holds out the camera and Phil takes it, already knowing how to work it. How does he know all this camera stuff? Phil is already powering it on and- oh great. Shining it in my face. I delve for cover behind Chris and all of a sudden we're all caught up in a four-person game of catch. I'm out of breath very, very quickly. Ah, the joys of having the lung capacity similar to an eighty year old mans. I call time out. We're acting just like children and it's great and I'm just so freakin' thankful that I have these amazing friends to make life worth living. But, yeah. Phil's more than a friend to me.
Detention time. We call our goodbye's dramatically from the marble steps at the main entrance of the college after Pj has gave us direct instructions to their apartment. "Enjoy detention!" Chris calls gleefully, letting everybody else within a hundred mile radius know too. I stick my tongue out and Phil grabs my hand, ready for an hour of pure boredom.
The dragon like teacher clocks us from the hallway and literally man-handles us into her office. We sit down and, I'm being deadly serious, for an hour not a single word is uttered. Like, its utter silence for a full sixty minutes. I'm just using all my will power not to laugh really, really loud. I keep sneaking glances at Phil, which induces my need to laugh further. I feel like I'm going to burst by the time it's four 'o' clock. We crash out of the office and run, fingers entangled together, back to our dorm to grab a few things before we go to Chris and Pj's apartment.
I feel immensely nervous knocking on the door. It's ridiculous, I can't even find the courage to lift my hand. Phil knocks from behind me. Oh, gods. What if he thinks I'm a total imbecile? What if he thinks I'm an utter fatuous idiot? A million insults run through my mind before Phil sneaks a quick kiss on my cheek and I feel assured that he doesn't think I'm a douche bag. Thank Thor for that. Chris answers the door and acts as if it's a total surprise that we're here. Pj comes into the door frame, dragging Chris to the open-plan living room and motioning for us to come in. Phil goes first and I think he knows I'm a little scared. And he hasn't run a mile, so that's a good sign. I really do like Phil a lot. It smells like pizza once I'm properly inside and sat on a random beanbag. It's really cosy, the flat. Very teenage boyish. Posters and gaming consoles and around a zillion pizza boxes in the kitchen. Surprise, surprise, we're having pizza tonight. I don't mind one bit, I freaking love pizza.
It turns out that I have a very bitter competitive streak. I'm so totally whipping Chris' butt at sonic when he jumps up and dances very seductively in front of the screen, causing me to crash. I exclaim in protest but Chris wiggles his hips at us all, stating the well known words of Finnick O'dair. "DO YOU FIND THIS...DISTRACTING?" I can't help it, we're all giggling immensely. "Chris, you are too inappropriate!" Pj proclaims, laughing still. Phil wipes his eyes, laughing and yawning in sync. "Agreed," He figures. I chuck the controller to Pj for his go, sidling up closer to Phil. Chris re-joins us, already loosing his round with Pj. "You tired?" I ask. Phil nods slowly, still chuckling slightly. I agree. I'm thinking about heading back home but then Chris wanders off to the kitchen, submerging with eight cans of alcohol. He's already sipping from one. He passes it to Phil and Pj but completely ignores me. I sit there, indignantly blinking rapidly. I clear my throat. "Excuse me?" The three older boys look at me as if to say 'what?' I raise my eyebrows begrudgingly, motioning to the cans. "Yeah, Dan, suuure. We're just gonna let you underage drink, how old are you again? 'Cause everyone else in this room is over twenty," Chris can't stop giggling. Phil looks away, trying very, very hard not to laugh. Pj's concentrating on the screen. I purse my lips. "Seventeen. You're just relishing in my pain, aren't you?" All three boys nod in synchronization. I sigh melodramatically, falling down on the settee hard. "Whatever," I mutter under my breath, being the sarcastic sass-machine I am. Phil lets me sip from his drink but I have to admit, it's actually pretty disgusting. I refuse another taste and hear the coo's of Chris from the corner. I smile to myself. Ah, the innocence of a seventeen year old.
A few more hours pass by and Phil start yawning again. This time I actually do pipe up about leaving. "I think it's time we got back now-" Chris is lolling against Pj, exhausted from his hyper energized representation of Finnick O'dair. Pj nods and leads me and Phil to the door. I thank Pj for the pizza and for letting Chris win a game to shut him up. Phil leans against me, his eyes closing slightly. The night is freezing cold, like my heart. "Do you want a ride? It's freezing tonight," Pj offers. I agree with minimal resistance, clambering into Pj's little green Ford Anglia. We ride through the town I've resided in but never really ventured thoroughly. We pull up next to the college after a ten minute trip of that rare comfortable silence. I have to nudge Phil to alert him of our arrival. I shut the car door softly and we wave off Pj. I let Phil lean on my slightly as we link arms. I open the entrance reception door slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y but- no, we've been clocked. Luckily the Dragon Lady's not on duty. A middle aged lady looking like she's on the brink of exhaustion tells us to put our names down on a form thingy just so if we died or something, it would be our fault.
I'm cuddled up next to Phil once again. He's very cozy. "We don't really need two beds, do we?" Phil muses. I exhale loudly in agreement and turn to face him. I love this; these little chats we have just before we fall asleep. "How come you're more tired than me?" I inquizitate, yawning myself. Phil blinks for a prolonged second. I flatten my head to the pillow, feeling myself lulling off to subconsciousness. "I woke up before you, remember?" I do recall it but I'm already asleep before I have time to respond, snuggled up to the most special guy in the world.
P.s Is that long or is that long?! Do you forgive me now?^-^ Hehe. A very biiiig thank-you to; ElzyPhangirl and kitty with a chance for reviewing the last chapter! Also a special thank-you to KillerKyuubiCat! It's always a pleasure to have an awesome person reside under your bed(stay as long as you'd like;p) :D I'll see you soon! (I promise this time) As always with a spectacular amount of fluffy love -NeonLuna :)
P.p.s I cannot decide whether to include KicktheStickz in this. I'd feel bad writing it with all the kerfuffle ongoing but they're my otp! Please tell me if you want it:)
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