I always forgot how to reply to question. Dammit. To NeroAnne, yez, the 'Circles' theory iz mah creation 'cause I'm too lazy to Google up something real besides, I wanted something that fit the story. XD. Also, girls, I have to tellz you something: I might update once more today since I had been working a lot on'Circles' for some reason so I can honestly say that there will be more drama stirring in the fic. Just a warning. XP!

ChapterThirteen:ThePastOfPhilBrooks

That morning, as Phil stretches in his bed, he remembers that Jeff's not around so he has to pick his clothes by himself and with that, he steps out of his bed, opening his drawer and looking through the articles of clothing before pulling out black pants and a silver and white striped t-shirt, not being the type that knows what goes with what. He walks into the bathroom and showers quickly before looking at the clock and realizing that he'd woken up earlier than he'd expected but shrugs it off before he dresses and goes downstairs, seeing that he's all alone, he decides on making some sort of breakfast.

Phil takes out a stack of bread and looks for something to heat it up—he'd seen Matt use something before. Phil takes the bread over to the silver machine that Matt called a 'toaster' once. Phil lets his finger through it before he puts a piece of toast in it, waiting for it to heat up.

Matt walks into the room and wakes beside Phil.

"How long does this thing take?" Phil asks.

"Well, you didn't turn it on," Matt tries to suppress his laughter, standing in front of Phil and turning the object on, making Phil blush and feel like a moron. "You've never cooked before, have you?"

Phil shakes his head as strands of wet hair come into his face in shame. "Yeah, never cooked anything before."

"My poor Phil," Matt kisses Phil, making sure his tongue's entangled in his mouth and Phil tries not to kiss back but he gives in anyways and when Matt pulls away, a look of confusion furrows on his face. "What? Is there something wrong with the way I kiss or something?"

"Um…" 'You're using me. What should I do?' Phil flushes into a pink color once more.

"Talk to me."

Matt sits down and pulls his arms open and with that, Phil walks towards Matt, as Matt pulls Phil up his lap, kissing his cheek and running his hand through his back so that he feels comfortable. Phil's head is on Matt's shoulder as the silence engulfs the room. Matt breaks the silence.

"Is there something wrong with me, Phil?"

"I feel used."

Matt's eye snapped open as that as he looks at Phil. 'Phil knows. Shit.' And with that, he feels his cheeks redden as the silence engulfs them once more, making Phil bat his eyelashes. Both of them in their own thoughts and worlds as Phil snuggles into Matt's chest, thoughts running through his head and he finally breaks the silence. "I don't want to be used, Matt."

Matt lets out a sigh, 'look, I'm not going to use you. I swear."

"But—"Phil blinks, letting his eyes swim with a thousand emotions that he can't control, and Matt can see that as well as he can. "What if you do? I don't want to be hurt again. I'm tired of getting played around with like a toy…"

"I'm not going to hurt you."

Phil stares up and Matt and for a moment, he believes him and gives in, blushing furiously before he gets off of Matt, realizing how close they are. Matt chuckles before planting a light kiss onto Phil's lips and then turning around to face his hungry puppy dog as Lucas barks, making Phil run off and Matt laughs. "Isn't that adorable, Lucas?" Matt leans down, petting the dog behind his ears, 'he's scared of you."

With that, Matt pulls out Lucas's red plate and stuffs it with dog food before feeding the dog, watching as he starts eating the contents. Matt pulls out a leash and hooks it to Lucas's collar before exiting to find out where Phil had run off to.

Phil and Matt are curled up in the couch, blankets covering their bodies as him and Phil watch the season of 'Lost'. Phil doesn't watch much TV but he wants to know why Matt's so interested in the show and in most of the parts, he's more interested in reading the TV guide since he can't understand anything that's going on but Matt's eyes are practically glued to the screen.

"Matt?"

Still watching. Phil rolls his eyes.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatt?"

He's still watching. Phil giggles and lets his hand reach down towards Matt's pants, letting his hand touch the flesh and at that, Matt recoils, staring down at Phil and shaking his head off. "Shh, watch!"

"It's boring!"

"What's boring? I love this show."

"It's booooooooooring." Phil emphasizes on the word and Matt sighs as he flips through channels before landing on 'Gossip Girl' and giving the remote to Phil and in the first few minutes, Matt falls asleep. Phil tries to shake Matt back into consciousness.

"What? Is it over yet?"

"Matt, I don't wanna watch this!"

"But it's a chick thing. I don't understand but you do."

Phil giggles but shakes his head. "I don't wanna watch this." He flips through channels and lands onto a movie stirring before a smile curves on his face, 'I watched this when I visited my aunt in California."

Matt blinks. "Harry Potter?"

Phil nods his head.

"Oh my God, you're a Harry Potter geek!"

Phil's smile drops and Matt laughs before pulling Phil to him and watching the movie with him. But midway, Phil has turned it off, the silence roaming as Phil presses his body against Matt's and kisses his lips lightly. He hears the dog bark in the kitchen and Phil presses his body even harder against Matt for protection and Matt laughs, kissing the top of Phil's forehead. "He's not going to hurt you."

"How do you know?" Phil asks, pouting.

"I don't know but hey, Lucas is a darling," Matt says, running his fingers through Phil's jet black hair as Phil sighs, his hot breath onto Matt's chest, 'Phil…I want to know why you're like this. I mean, you know—I want to know what happened before."

Phil's eyes snap open. He never expected Matt to ask him that, 'you want to know what happened to me before?"

"Yes. Your childhood."

"Or lack of it." Matt stares at Phil as Phil gives in and tells him the story, letting the silence roam on for a few moments before he launches into it. "Like I told you, I had a bad childhood. My parents are drunks and they didn't care about me. I didn't care about them. That's why I'm so 'emotionless' in your words. 'Cause I've never been cared for so I don't know how to care for others… this 'relationship' thing is new to me. This insane thing called 'love' is new to me also. And Chicago is dangerous at night. It's been scary I guess."

"And what about your father beating you up? And Verrel's debt?"

Phil looks down and continues his story. "My parents are so much in debt, yes. When my mother divorced him and she took me to parties, he kept on stalking me I guess. Since I'm not his son anymore, he can do anything to me. Hurt me. Butcher me. He won't care. That's the way he saw things…that I wasn't related to him anymore. And when it happened to be the opposite, my father taking care of me and my mother all alone to drink, he still did abuse me I guess. When they did get back together, I was glad. She toned down his abusive side. I guess he hit her, too… and Verrel's debt was because they bought cocaine, heroin, and alcohol from him and they expected me to just pay it off when I grew up but really, who'd hire me? I didn't have a job and I couldn't do it…hell, I stole most of my money after the car crash.

"After my parents' death, I went to spend time with my aunts who were rich. All of them were. I had five and I only spent my time with four, 'cause I didn't want to be hated by another one. Besides, my parents hated Andrea because of a fight in their wedding about it being stupid that they'd marry just because my mother was pregnant of me so I wasn't allowed to see her but she occasionally calls me and checks up on me. My parents make me lie and say that I'm doing fine—if I didn't say that, I would've gotten hurt and I knew it. My other aunts all treated even worse than my parents did, and so did my uncles, since they also think that I had something to do with my parents' death. Like Verrel, they think that just because I'm straightedge means that I hated my parents."

Matt stares at him as he runs his hand through Phil's back and kisses his forehead, 'my poor baby…don't worry, babydoll. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. Okay? Just stop crying."

Phil doesn't even know that he's had tears cascading down his eyes until Matt points them out and Matt then leans down to lick off the tears, the taste of sadness all too bitter for him. Phil stands up and fixes his hair, walking upstairs, and Matt stares at him, 'where are you going?"

"Meeting up with Evan."

Matt laughs, 'so I guess Jeff was right about you taking a liking to Evan?"

Phil nods his head and Matt laughs once more as he watches the ravenette go upstairs to change his clothing and come back downstairs, hurrying outside because apparently, he seems to be late. Matt notices that Phil cleans up well, his once bloodshot, puffy eyes are better now and Matt sighs before taking his phone and calling his brother. "Hey, Jeff," Matt grins.

"Hello, Matty!"

Matt cringes at his nickname. "Where are you?"

"With John. Playing poker with Dad."

"Let me guess. Dad won?"

"He's winning. Hey, Matt! That's offensive! I can win too if I want."

"Suurrrrrre."

"So, Matty, is there a reason for this conversation?"

"Yes, he opened up to me."

"Phil did?"

"Yes, yes, he did."

"Matty… hold up a second guys," the sound of footsteps so Matt knows that Jeff's trying to be into a room all alone, 'now, Matt, I don't want him to get hurt and I don't want you to get hurt. Are you sure of this relationship?"

"I'm not sure."

"Take him out."

"Out where?"

"A date, Matt! A date! If it goes well, then stick together and if it doesn't then don't."

"That's gold coming from the person that's had too many failed relationships before."

"Matty!"

"Just kidding, Jeffro. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Yay for a date. X3. Second date. XP!

X Sam.