Phil's eyes shut. He didn't have as much energy as he thought he did.
"Phil? Philip? Are you okay?" Lil asked impatiently to her brother, "Come on Phil! I need to know!" Phil's eyes opened again.
"Sorry sis, this was getting to much for me,"
"Please, just tell me what he said," Lil asked. Phil took a deep breath and carried on with his story...
"Okay, Tommy said...he said 'Phil, I don't fancy your sister. I...I fancy Chuckie,' he said real quickly. Like it was tainted or something. Well my reaction was just like yours, sheer shock, horror, gob-smacked. I mean I'd never noticed anything before, any signs of, you know, gayness. But I guessed you don't always see it coming. I told him that he couldn't be sure, it might just be mixed emotions, and he shouldn't forget he was only 12 years old; people don't get such strong feelings until they're older. But he told me that if I felt what he was feeling then I'd understand. Then he started mumbling again, saying 'I hate L...'" Phil paused. Should he tell his sister what Tommy said.
"Tommy said what?" Lil cunningly asked. Phil sighed.
"He said 'I hate Lil, she's taking my Chuckie away from me. I wish they never met'. I didn't agree with him. I mean I had really started to dislike Chuckie over the past 3 months, for taking you away from me, but I didn't wish you'd never met him. But Tommy thought that was how I felt too. And with Tommy telling me he deep dark secret I thought it was best to let him think I agreed. It was wrong, I didn't realize what he would try to do."
Phil paused again; he looked his sister in the eye and begged for her forgiveness.
"What? Why?" Lil asked him, but instead of giving a straight answer Phil continued the story.
"We used to spend a lot of time working on our science project didn't we, Tommy and I," Lil nodded, "Well, we didn't. Tommy wanted us to have time by ourselves, so we could come up with a way...with a way to break you and Chuckie up. It was wrong, so wrong, but Tommy was having a hard time wasn't he, his emotions were all over the place, I thought I was being a better friend to him if I helped. But I knew that if I did help I would end up hurting you and Chuckie instead. Tommy could never get his love, Chuckie was straight, we all knew that, but if Tommy was upset why should you two have been happy. I was so confused. I thought so hard about what was going on, I couldn't sleep some nights that week. Whenever I saw Tommy he told me another idea, a way to split you apart. I had ideas too, I never told Tommy them though, because I knew what they would do to your life."
"It was Sunday, Tommy came running round to our house, you were out with Chuckie. Tommy said he had the perfect idea. He explained it all to me he wanted my help. It was crunch time; I had to help him. His plan was Nicole. If he could get Nicole to think Chuckie liked her and get Chuckie to think Nicole liked him you and Chuckie would split. I didn't understand, I would have you back but Nicole would have Chuckie, how did that help Tommy? I didn't question it though; I did what he asked. We made cards, and printed of love letters to put inside them, so they wouldn't recognize our handwriting. We made them pretty and sparkly and you know how they looked anyway. So we put them in envelopes and stuffed them into each locker, where Chuckie and Nicole would find them. I felt so so bad, I was messing with people emotions but it felt right that I was helping Tommy..."