Toes: Glad you like it, there's still a lot more to come.
Changes
Phase 2: Dil
My name is Dylan Pickles. Everyone calls me Dil for short. I'm kind of the black sheep, of my family, of my class, everywhere I go. I didn't used to mind, but it gets to you after a while, being called freak and faggot at every turn. Little did they know that I really am gay. I keep it to myself, although a few of my close friends have figured it out. Don't want to add any more fuel to the fire, let's hope no one who need not know ever finds out.
My brother bothers me, he thinks I shouldn't be stuck in my own fantasy world. I say, who cares? It's way better than living in his reality. Well, Tommy's reality is great. He's popular, brave, the pride and joy of my parents. I guess I should thank him for that. Whenever I fail, he makes up for twice over. That's Tommy, perfect, brave, nice, and loved by everyone.
Someone give him a metal already. I wouldn't trade my brother for anything, but it gets tiring being just "Tommy Pickles' brother with the funny name" for everyone who doesn't hate me. Right. I'm my own person, with my own ideas and own dreams, even if they aren't as perfect and nice as Tommy's.
I heard the door slam. "Mom? Dad? You back?" I called out. No answer. I went to the front door. It was Phil. He looked kind of pissed off. "Good evening, Philip." I said.
"What's so good about it?" Phil said. He looked even more angry now. "And don't call me that."
"Philip? What's wrong with it? It's a good name. Philip! Philip!" I guess I should have known better than to even taunt him when he was mad, because then he hit me. That's when I got mad. It wasn't very hard, but just the idea was what made me angry. "Get out." I told him, and tried to push him out the door.
"Look, I'm sorry Dil. I have to talk to Tommy. Is he here?"
If Phil thought I was going to fall for a quick apology.... Well then, he was right. "Maybe he's here. Maybe he's not. You'll have to pay the price to find the answer!"
"What kind of price?" Phil said. It looked like he was getting an idea, and a happy idea too. He wasn't mad anymore.
"Well, I don't know......" I said. As I was thinking of a good way for Phil to pay me, he leaned down an kissed me. It surprised me for a second, and I wanted to push him away, then I realized how nice it was. I kissed him back. Then Phil's hands started to go elsewhere.
Just when things were getting good, Phil was pulled away from me, and Tommy punched him in the stomach. "OW! What was that for?" Phil asked.
"What are you asking for? What was that you were doing to my brother?" Tommy said.
"I don't know. Listen Tommy, I've got to talk to you." Phil said.
"Fine. You stay here, Dil." Tommy ordered me.
"But-"
"No buts!"
Then I stayed downstairs while Tommy when upstairs with Phil to finish what I'd started. Who am I kidding, Tommy's a good boy. A good boy, who's always like he was just them. Always ruining my fun.
Coming Soon........ Phase 3: Tommy