A.N./Hey you guys this chapter took crazy long to write because I wasn't sure if I wanted it, but at least it's something right? So without further adieu: The Date Chapter!

On Saturday to say I was nervous wreck was an understatement. I checked and rechecked my hair many times over. "Philly stop being such a girl darling." My mother would mumble as I paced in front of the mirror. Okay, maybe I was acting ridiculously feminine but I was minutes away from going on a date with the cutest, most perfect person- no think monster trucks, wrestling, football, cars, ANYTHING MANLY!

Reigning in my slight panic attack I checked the clock again, it seeming like an acceptable time to leave I kissed my mother goodbye hopped in my car and started for Evan's home. Crawling to a stop in front of his house I slowly made my way to his door and knocked.

Breathing a non-audible sigh of relief Evan's mother welcomed me in. Awkwardly standing as close to the door as possible I heard heavy footsteps start to approach. "You the one takin' my boy out?"

A man damn near seven feet, with his ginger hair in a crew cut loomed over me. No matter how nervous I was I couldn't show it, that is not how Phil Brooks rolls. "Yes sir, that's me." I even threw in a little smirk for good measure.

"Listen here son; you are to have my boy back by eleven o'clock. We clear."

"Crystal." At the best time possible, Evan sauntered down the stairs.

"Bye Papa, bye mom, by Ginger, bye summer!" Grabbing my hand and a jacket from the back of the couch, he dragged me out the door. A few minutes into the drive he turned to me, "What do you have planned oh mysterious one?"

"Honestly? Nothing, I just planned to wing it." Smiling he leaned back and grasped my hand.

Finally, we pulled off onto one of my favorite spots when I was younger. Pushing open the door, I hopped on the hood, Evan following suit. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

The answer was like clockwork, "A wrestler."

Tracing over my knuckles he asked another question, "Why'd you decide to become straightedge?"

This one was not as easy to answer, "Uh, well the biggest influence was my parents I have to say. When my parents met, my mom was 16 she had just moved to the US and my dad was fresh out of jail for possession, they got together then nine months later boom here I come. My dad he was a good person when he was clean but when he was doped up he became a monster. Everything would just piss him off, if he came home and my shit wasn't in the right place- I got it. My mom she tried to protect me but she couldn't. So most time she would go to her room and drink 'til she couldn't here it, an in the morning shed have the worst hangovers and she'd pretend everything was fine. The straw that broke the camel's back was one day I was in maybe fifth grade and my dad comes home, his hands are bloody, he reeks of booze, an he's shaking so bad. He took my mom yelling 'we gotta go, we gotta go.' an she's screaming at him, telling him to let her go. I ran out of my room wondering what was happening an my dad he bent down an said- he said 'Philly, daddy's gonna have to go away for a while and uh, I don't know when we'll ever see each other again but uh, just know I'll always love you and your ma. An remember this champ, no matter how bad shit seems to be going you'll have to find yourself alone before you ever find the eyes of god. An people may discourage you for anything an everything but we're all leaving the way we came: without a thing' That was the last time I ever saw him. An from there the whole idea just manifested itself." Exhaling I looked at Evan an he was staring at the sky seemingly lost in the vastness of the sky. "Come on Evan it's almost time for you to get home."

Nodding he moved blindly back into the passenger side the drive back was filled with a silence no amount of words could ever fill. As I walked him back to his front door I shuffled my feet awkwardly before he leaned up and softly pressed his lips against mine. "Goodnight Phil."

"Night." Smiling I turned at headed for my car.. When I got home my mom was already in bed, sweeping her blonde hair out of her eyes I kissed her forehead and retired to my room.

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