A/N: I've started working on Phil's chapter. This is a part that was bugging the hell out of me because it was so crappy and was slowing down the plot, but I liked the thought, so I didn't want to just banish it to hell. Found a solution, though. I'LL JUST BUG YOU GUYS :'D
Enjoy, suckers! :'D
Disclaimer: Phil's mine. Zack's mine. Steal and prepare to be obliterated.
Shortman Shorts
Banished
Poetry is for girls. Poetry is for girls, he'd said. He still remembered when he'd dragged out his mother's big book of Shakespearean poetry and attempted to consult him on it. He'd looked at him so strangely and laughed so soundly, that Phil had been ashamed for ever having considered the book even vaguely interesting. Now the memory that had once embarrassed him filled him with contempt. Phil could be accused of many things, and he knew them all—selfish, short-tempered, cold, smart-alecky, and even at times a tad... overzealous—but at least he wasn't a liar.
He was always honest, even if people didn't want it of him. Strictly. And—call him cold, call him cruel, if it makes you feel better—he simply didn't care if he hurt anyone's feelings. Sometimes feelings needed to be hurt. Sometimes feelings wanted to be hurt. And really, even in his most fervent attempts not to, he had and seemed forever doomed to offend, so he'd given up on any attempts at politeness at a very young age. He wasn't even sure he'd ever understood the concept. He didn't want to hurt people, but as the circumstances were, dwelling was pointless. People wanted to be offended as far as he could see. Even the slightest word could send someone crying to the principal's office, and Phil was working so hard to be good with words.
Society seemed to have these invisible stepping-stones they jumped around on in front of people, like some bizarre mental game of twister. They twisted and stretched and would all but break themselves in half to not offend anyone, laying out any insincere compliment and plastic smile they could afford to do so, while meanwhile he was blind to all of it and just ended up plowing through and knocking everybody down. And in a sick sort of way, he kind of liked it. He liked catching people off guard and making them question themselves. Was that so wrong? Did that make him like Zack? Of course not.
He just wasn't good at games. They were stupid. Zack's game was stupid. But he had to play it. He had to play it because he hated him—
Not Banished
A wind blew through suddenly and he shivered, whether just from the cold or the intensity of his own emotions, he didn't know. But he still couldn't think straight, and he couldn't remember how far he'd walked. The buildings all started bleeding together after a certain point, and his thoughts were spinning around in an endless circle that was starting to make him dizzy.
Only one person could make them stop. Or, really, there was a small few who could, and admittedly his first instinct had been to run to his mom, but that would only be more things for Zack to laugh at him about. More than that, though, was the fact that crying to her would illicit demands of an explanation, and as unsecretive as Phil fancied himself, this was one situation he would gladly keep under his hat.
A/N: I added the tiniest bit extra... Call it a taste of what's to come. xD
Btw, the initials of the title of Phil's chapter are "BS"... ROFLMBO, it is all BS, it's so accurate.
Well, hope you're all enjoying your New Year... even if we did gangnam style our way into it. XD OMFG I'M STILL LAUGHING... Anyway!
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