I disclaim, yet again.
Chapter 10
"I... Damn it, Brady!" Phillip stepped away from the door and sank down to the floor, leaning against the wall. He sighed heavily, knowing that he had once more screwed up.
"Why must you always be right?"
"Part of my charm?" Brady suggested grinning.
Phillip snorted but again turned soft. "Yesterday, I thought I was different. An odd, but a good different. I felt... real. Like that dude in Titanic when he does that bird arm thing with the chick, ya know?"
Brady raised an eyebrow, mentally reminding himself to ask Marlena if Phil was making his appointments. Meanwhile, his uncle got up and was pacing the room. 'Why interrupt him?' Brady though. His brain appeared to finally be working.
"But then I let the guys at school affect my thinking and my IMMENSE popularity went to my head and... and I forgot what mattered most and... I did the same things all over again from when I lost Chloe and... and..." Phillip was now curled into a ball sobbing on the Black's sofa, wrapped in a quilt.
"Brady?" Phillip whimpered looking at his wide-eyed nephew. "Do you have any hot chocolate? You know, with those cute little marshmallows?"
Brady figured 'What the hell. It'll make him shut up.' And so, five minutes later Phillip sat still bundled in his quilt, both hands grasping a cup of piping hot, hot chocolate while Brady sat next to him (though quite far apart in case of any serious spasms), watching the football game on T.V.
Suddenly, Phillip moaned. "Braaaady? Can we watch Snow White? She's pretty hot, you know and those little dwarfs in those cute little pants are the cutest things!" He giggled uncontrollably as Brady stared at him blankly.
"What am I? A baby-sitter? What's next? Do you want me to fetch Belle's Barbies?"
"And Ken too, if you will."
"Uh yeaaaah... well we can't right now Uncle Phil. Chloe's on her way." Her name had slipped from his mouth, but at that moment she herself walked through the Black's front door.
"Hey Brady. Phillip."
"Hey Diva." Brady got up and hugged his girlfriend and Phillip got up also, the quilt wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, hot chocolate still in hands.
"Hi Chloe."
She looked at him, noting his friendly behavior. "Uh... hi Phillip. Nice to see you."
"You too. Well, I'm off. Toodles," with that he walked out the door, chocolate, quilt and all, while giggling. "I wonder if Henderson wants to watch the all day Murder, She Wrote marathon!"
Brady closed the door behind him and leaned back against it.
"That boy is a schizo."
Chapter 10
"I... Damn it, Brady!" Phillip stepped away from the door and sank down to the floor, leaning against the wall. He sighed heavily, knowing that he had once more screwed up.
"Why must you always be right?"
"Part of my charm?" Brady suggested grinning.
Phillip snorted but again turned soft. "Yesterday, I thought I was different. An odd, but a good different. I felt... real. Like that dude in Titanic when he does that bird arm thing with the chick, ya know?"
Brady raised an eyebrow, mentally reminding himself to ask Marlena if Phil was making his appointments. Meanwhile, his uncle got up and was pacing the room. 'Why interrupt him?' Brady though. His brain appeared to finally be working.
"But then I let the guys at school affect my thinking and my IMMENSE popularity went to my head and... and I forgot what mattered most and... I did the same things all over again from when I lost Chloe and... and..." Phillip was now curled into a ball sobbing on the Black's sofa, wrapped in a quilt.
"Brady?" Phillip whimpered looking at his wide-eyed nephew. "Do you have any hot chocolate? You know, with those cute little marshmallows?"
Brady figured 'What the hell. It'll make him shut up.' And so, five minutes later Phillip sat still bundled in his quilt, both hands grasping a cup of piping hot, hot chocolate while Brady sat next to him (though quite far apart in case of any serious spasms), watching the football game on T.V.
Suddenly, Phillip moaned. "Braaaady? Can we watch Snow White? She's pretty hot, you know and those little dwarfs in those cute little pants are the cutest things!" He giggled uncontrollably as Brady stared at him blankly.
"What am I? A baby-sitter? What's next? Do you want me to fetch Belle's Barbies?"
"And Ken too, if you will."
"Uh yeaaaah... well we can't right now Uncle Phil. Chloe's on her way." Her name had slipped from his mouth, but at that moment she herself walked through the Black's front door.
"Hey Brady. Phillip."
"Hey Diva." Brady got up and hugged his girlfriend and Phillip got up also, the quilt wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, hot chocolate still in hands.
"Hi Chloe."
She looked at him, noting his friendly behavior. "Uh... hi Phillip. Nice to see you."
"You too. Well, I'm off. Toodles," with that he walked out the door, chocolate, quilt and all, while giggling. "I wonder if Henderson wants to watch the all day Murder, She Wrote marathon!"
Brady closed the door behind him and leaned back against it.
"That boy is a schizo."