*WARNING!* Bullying! Sorry it's so late.

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Many nights had passed and winter break was looming on the horizon. To say I was excited was an understatement, I was elated. I couldn't wait to see my family again, even Vivian. Phil was pressed up against me again.

We usually stayed in our respective beds, unless he had a bad night or a nightmare. So here I was keeping him comfortably close, skin on skin, fingers tangled in hair, and it felt so intimate, yet to be shattered in the morning, when we spoke not of it.

This was one of the times I treasured most, it was the early hours of the morning, the stars were beginning to snuff out one by one, and Phil slept soundlessly through the night. He would clutch closer to me, his sub-conscious greedily devouring the affection as it knew, it wouldn't feel it tomorrow.

He hummed contentedly, mewling almost, as I scratched his scalp. His steady breathing lulled me in and out of consciousness, and before I knew it the alarm was going off and Phil's warmth was gone.

I heard the water shut off and I decided it was high time I hauled my lazy ass off the bed before he could slip away. The door creaked open and Phil's blue pools peeped back at me.

He smiled apprehensively, scurrying to his closet, to put his clothes away. He buttoned up his shirt and pulled the sleeves down to his knuckles. I watched him through his morning routine as I did mine.

I rarely saw Phil in the mornings, him always awake before I was. I brushed my teeth and dressed rapidly, wanting to have a chance to talk with him.

I heard him sneak to the door obviously sensing I wanted to talk.

"Wait, Phil!" I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him around. We were both still, our brains going haywire from the close proximity.

"I. I was wondering if you'd like to come with me and a few friends somewhere later today?" I managed to stutter.

"I don't know." He sounded like he was far away from here. Maybe I had the same effect on him as he had on me.

"Oh come on! It won't be anybody you don't know! Please?" I pleaded.

I saw his resolve crumble and he nodded.

"Great! Meet me outside the library at three! I won't disappoint!" I said as I rushed out of the room, realizing breakfast only had fifteen more minutes left.

I slipped into the cafeteria unnoticed and grabbed my food. I plopped myself down next to Mikey and it seemed as though no one noticed I was late. Well except for the all knowing Michael.

He, of course, gave me a wink and a nudge before turning back to his conversation with Peter. I ate my breakfast in silence, exchanging a few words with Troye, but I had no real interest.

School came and went, and before I knew it, I was in my last class of the day. I nudged Mike's foot, to get his attention, and he leaned over close.

"I invited Phil to come along with us." I whispered to him as he gave me his best shit- eating grin, that seemed to taunt, 'I knew it!'.

My face turned beet red and stayed that way til the end of class.

"So where are we meeting your date?" Mike asked imploringly, lacing his tone with faux innocence.

"He's not my date! And we're meeting at the library!" I said exasperated.

"Not yet at least."

"What was that?"

"Nooooooooothin'."

"Mhmm."

We took a few more turns before we approached the towering old brick building, that had become a sort of home for Phil.

I smiled as I saw the familiar mop of ebony hair, and pearl white skin. I heard Michael give a low wolf whistle and I growled at him.

His eyebrows shot up and his hands placed in mock surrender. I plopped myself down on the concrete next to Phil and I slung my arm across his shoulder.

"So when is everyone else getting here?" Phil asked, directing the question at Mikey. I felt a swell of pride at his bravery to talk to someone other than me.

"They should be here any minute, and speak of the devil, here comes Peter now." Mike said.

I watched him wrap his arms around Peter's waist and hug him tightly, a pained look glimpsed over his features. I looked at Peter confusedly and his eyes told me that he'd tell me later.

Michael turned to us, his arms still wrapped around Peter and cheek up against his chest. He swayed them back in forth, in a calm beat.

Troye, Junna, Kirsten, Martha, Drew, Adam, and Amy. We clambered to our feet and began our short trek to the park. They paid no heed to Phil, treating him as they would any normal human being.

I think it shocked him a bit before he began to slightly warm up to them, giving Drew and Adam more than a one word answer.

Before long he was making light jokes but he still stuck to me like glue. We settled under a large oak tree, by the lake shore and we huddled together against the wind.

I had Phil wrapped in my arms and Mike was next to my other side. We nibbled on a few snacks Amy made, everyone devouring her cooking.

The sun was high in the sky but it did little to warm us against the biting wind. Everyone was having a great time, talking animatedly before a loud crack sounded and heavy footsteps followed.

We all fall silent, not saying a word. Blood pumped in our ears, our breathing was too loud, and I heard Phil gulp.

The leaves continued to rustle, closer and closer, until they stop right behind us. The forest was completely silent, the figure coming around the bend, fingers, gripping the bark.

No one dared move when suddenly the shape jumped out and Amy gave a terrifying scream.

"AHAH! You should have seen your faces!" Aaron and one of his bully friends doubled over laughing and the group gave a collective sigh of relief.

Oh but not Phil. He tensed up, shaking and breathing rapid. I gripped him tighter.

"So what's with the loser? Lure him out here to beat him up and then ditch him? Good idea! Wish I'd thought of it!" He said, with each word getting a step closer, until he was mere inches from him.

He reached out and caressed his cheek, Phil flinched away.

"Aww! Poor little dog scared?" He giggled.

"Aaron." Peter warned.

Aaron removed his hand, still smirking, when he raised his palm and swung down as to strike him. But a hand caught his wrist and twisted it back, launching him to the floor.

"Peter!?"

"Aaron?"

He scrambled upwards glared at us all and then bolted to the tree line. Everything was silent, only the crickets chirping and the startled birds flying away.

"Phil I.." Was all I got out before he burst into body wracking sobs. Tears flowed down his cheeks and I held him close.

I felt everyone surround him in an almost shelter and we rocked him back in forth, until his cries died out and he was so emotionally exhausted the he fell asleep and Peter carried him home.

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Hour 37 of no sleep. I've lost all hope and my legs have a weird tingly feeling in them.

HE FREAKIN BIT ME! MORDECAI! That shit hurts! OUCH! I can't even take him out anymore it scares me. I wonder if he can hear my heart pulsating erratically? Anyway I made like a cover for this story sort of, but I'm not so sure about it.

Like I have everything mapped out for this story. Their room, school, houses, what they look like, and I kinda wanna draw it but eh. Did anyone else forget Peter? I did. He's supposed to be a part of the story I just forgot him. Oh dear lord.

Please review, they make me very happy and motivated to keep writing! This chapter's title is by Florence and the Machine. Well I'll see you soon!

Ta ta!