Chapter 3
A strange smell tickled Lil's noise, waking her from her early morning sleep. The smell was not unpleasant, but it definitely wasn't the usual aroma of her father's famous home cooked breakfast. Nope, this smelled more like the guys' gym after showers. In fact, this smell conjured pictures of Phil in a suit, which was the only time he bothered with more than just deodorant. Lil followed her nose to confirm her suspicions.
True enough the smell originated from the room next door - Phil's room. Lil nudged the door in a little so she could get a better view of her brother. The sight before her was unbelievable. Phil was fully dressed in a clean shirt and jeans. The outfit was one of the freebies they had gotten from the photo shoot. At that moment Phil was using a comb to slick back his messy hair. Something was definitely up with her twin.
Lil checked her watch just to be sure she hadn't overslept. No, she hadn't overslept. They still had close to an hour before Chuckie picked them up. On a typical day, she would wake her brother 15 minutes before their ride arrived. He would bump around groggily, changing into whatever his hand reached first, which was usually clothes he had forgotten to put into the dirty laundry hamper. Phil didn't usually fully wake up until he downed a plateful of food. And his hair was never touched until 5 seconds before they left the house when he would grab a handful of gel in his hand and smear it through his hair.
Mr. DeVille's breakfast call finally turned Peeping Lil back into normal Lil. 'Ok, this is getting serious. I need a plan,' Lil thought to herself. 'Shower, change, breakfast, school, and then I find out what's up with my wayward brother.'
~*~
In homeroom Tommy was the first to notice Phil's new look. "Hey, Phil, what's the special occasion?"
"What do you mean, Tommy?"
"You combed your hair today."
"So?" Phil looked nervously back at his friend. Now Chuckie was alerted to the conversation and added his observation. " I think the last time Phil's comb saw the light of day was a year ago, at Samantha's party."
"Naw," Phil answered, but turned to face forward again, ending the conversation.
For a moment Phil was worried. 'Am I being too obvious?' But by lunch, when no one else made a comment about his hair, Phil was back to his usual relaxed self. Now he could devote all his daydreaming time to one very hot Samantha Shane. Phil checked out the cafeteria clock. Three hours to his "date" with Samantha.
Lil was engaged in three conversations with three different people. Kimi wanted to go to the mall after school. Tommy had this new experiment he was excited about. And Chuckie needed her help with something. But something was missing. She should be carrying on four conversations. Right now three voices should be zipping through her head, and she knew exactly which one was missing.
~*~
"BRRrrrring!!!" the final bell of day rang signaling the end of school for most of the students. For those staying behind, the bell meant a quick break before after school activities started.
"Phil, are you coming?" Lil called to her brother. "Chuckie's going to give us a ride home." She was getting quite impatient with the way Phil was dazing throughout the day. She had to practically drag him from class to class. And now it looked like she would have to drag him to the car as well.
"What's wrong with you, Philip?"
"Nothing, Lillian." Phil snapped back. His sister was really annoying when she used that tone of voice. "Didn't I tell you I'm staying back to watch the soccer practice?"
"No, Philip, you forgot to mention it." Lil liked to carry on a good fight for a while, but she was having trouble keeping the edge in her voice. Watching a soccer practice with her brother might just be the opportunity she needed to pump him for information. "Since you're staying, why don't I stay and watch the practice with you? Let me go tell Kimi."
Phil had prepared for just this eventuality and had an excuse ready. "Don't you have an English assignment?"
"That's right. It's due tomorrow. But if I have one so do you."
"Did mine yesterday, sis." Phil smiled as he waved goodbye to his sister.
"Darn English assignment," mumbled Lil. She had lost her opportunity. Just what was Phil up to?
~*~
As Phil sat in the gym's bleacher's he thought of all the things he had missed by rushing off after school. Cheerleading practice was so much better than their 5 minute routines at games. For one, they wore a lot less during practice. Most girls wore bicycle tights and sports bras. Second on the pro list was duration. Cheerleading practice lasted for over an hour. Ninety minutes of voyeuristic pleasure. And was there sure a lot to see.
Four-thirty came all too soon for Phil. But things started to look up again when he spotted Samantha sauntering towards him. And things really perked up when she let her lips to the greeting.
Phil had two words to say about older, more experienced women, "hhelloooo, Nurse".
He couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across his face when Samantha sat down next to him and held his hand.
"Philip, we need to talk. That hairstyle is not working."
"What's wrong with it? I've had it I, well since I've had hair."
"That's my point exactly. What you need is hairspray."
"Hairspray?"
"Yes. I can recommend you a terrific brand. It's the same one I use." Samantha rummaged through her bag and came up out with a pink aerosol can.
"But I always use gel."
"Uh-uh. No 'buts', Phil." She sprayed a bit into his hair then stuffed the can into his hand. "Got to run now." She placed a quick kiss on his before doing exactly as she said.
Phil stared at her retreating back and then down to the can in his hand. "Hairspray?" With a shrug he stuck it into his jacket pocket. "Why not?"
~*~
A/n: feedback is much appreciated. I need more ideas!
A strange smell tickled Lil's noise, waking her from her early morning sleep. The smell was not unpleasant, but it definitely wasn't the usual aroma of her father's famous home cooked breakfast. Nope, this smelled more like the guys' gym after showers. In fact, this smell conjured pictures of Phil in a suit, which was the only time he bothered with more than just deodorant. Lil followed her nose to confirm her suspicions.
True enough the smell originated from the room next door - Phil's room. Lil nudged the door in a little so she could get a better view of her brother. The sight before her was unbelievable. Phil was fully dressed in a clean shirt and jeans. The outfit was one of the freebies they had gotten from the photo shoot. At that moment Phil was using a comb to slick back his messy hair. Something was definitely up with her twin.
Lil checked her watch just to be sure she hadn't overslept. No, she hadn't overslept. They still had close to an hour before Chuckie picked them up. On a typical day, she would wake her brother 15 minutes before their ride arrived. He would bump around groggily, changing into whatever his hand reached first, which was usually clothes he had forgotten to put into the dirty laundry hamper. Phil didn't usually fully wake up until he downed a plateful of food. And his hair was never touched until 5 seconds before they left the house when he would grab a handful of gel in his hand and smear it through his hair.
Mr. DeVille's breakfast call finally turned Peeping Lil back into normal Lil. 'Ok, this is getting serious. I need a plan,' Lil thought to herself. 'Shower, change, breakfast, school, and then I find out what's up with my wayward brother.'
~*~
In homeroom Tommy was the first to notice Phil's new look. "Hey, Phil, what's the special occasion?"
"What do you mean, Tommy?"
"You combed your hair today."
"So?" Phil looked nervously back at his friend. Now Chuckie was alerted to the conversation and added his observation. " I think the last time Phil's comb saw the light of day was a year ago, at Samantha's party."
"Naw," Phil answered, but turned to face forward again, ending the conversation.
For a moment Phil was worried. 'Am I being too obvious?' But by lunch, when no one else made a comment about his hair, Phil was back to his usual relaxed self. Now he could devote all his daydreaming time to one very hot Samantha Shane. Phil checked out the cafeteria clock. Three hours to his "date" with Samantha.
Lil was engaged in three conversations with three different people. Kimi wanted to go to the mall after school. Tommy had this new experiment he was excited about. And Chuckie needed her help with something. But something was missing. She should be carrying on four conversations. Right now three voices should be zipping through her head, and she knew exactly which one was missing.
~*~
"BRRrrrring!!!" the final bell of day rang signaling the end of school for most of the students. For those staying behind, the bell meant a quick break before after school activities started.
"Phil, are you coming?" Lil called to her brother. "Chuckie's going to give us a ride home." She was getting quite impatient with the way Phil was dazing throughout the day. She had to practically drag him from class to class. And now it looked like she would have to drag him to the car as well.
"What's wrong with you, Philip?"
"Nothing, Lillian." Phil snapped back. His sister was really annoying when she used that tone of voice. "Didn't I tell you I'm staying back to watch the soccer practice?"
"No, Philip, you forgot to mention it." Lil liked to carry on a good fight for a while, but she was having trouble keeping the edge in her voice. Watching a soccer practice with her brother might just be the opportunity she needed to pump him for information. "Since you're staying, why don't I stay and watch the practice with you? Let me go tell Kimi."
Phil had prepared for just this eventuality and had an excuse ready. "Don't you have an English assignment?"
"That's right. It's due tomorrow. But if I have one so do you."
"Did mine yesterday, sis." Phil smiled as he waved goodbye to his sister.
"Darn English assignment," mumbled Lil. She had lost her opportunity. Just what was Phil up to?
~*~
As Phil sat in the gym's bleacher's he thought of all the things he had missed by rushing off after school. Cheerleading practice was so much better than their 5 minute routines at games. For one, they wore a lot less during practice. Most girls wore bicycle tights and sports bras. Second on the pro list was duration. Cheerleading practice lasted for over an hour. Ninety minutes of voyeuristic pleasure. And was there sure a lot to see.
Four-thirty came all too soon for Phil. But things started to look up again when he spotted Samantha sauntering towards him. And things really perked up when she let her lips to the greeting.
Phil had two words to say about older, more experienced women, "hhelloooo, Nurse".
He couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across his face when Samantha sat down next to him and held his hand.
"Philip, we need to talk. That hairstyle is not working."
"What's wrong with it? I've had it I, well since I've had hair."
"That's my point exactly. What you need is hairspray."
"Hairspray?"
"Yes. I can recommend you a terrific brand. It's the same one I use." Samantha rummaged through her bag and came up out with a pink aerosol can.
"But I always use gel."
"Uh-uh. No 'buts', Phil." She sprayed a bit into his hair then stuffed the can into his hand. "Got to run now." She placed a quick kiss on his before doing exactly as she said.
Phil stared at her retreating back and then down to the can in his hand. "Hairspray?" With a shrug he stuck it into his jacket pocket. "Why not?"
~*~
A/n: feedback is much appreciated. I need more ideas!