Phil stood behind Dil in his room; Dil was shuffling through his old pal's wardrobe looking for something to wear. Phil felt rather uneasy being alone with Dil, but felt it was necessary to talk to him.
"What are you wearing?" Dil asked with his head still amongst the shirts.
"Just, this shirt and these," Phil said pointing at the clothes that hung on the back of the door.
"So I can choose any off these," Dil said. He was still a mess, wearing his dirty clothes and the grease in his hair. Betty offered him a shower that he said he'd like, as soon as he picked out some clothes.
"What do you think I should wear?" Dil asked, "It is your party."
"Whatever, I'm not sure it really matters," Phil replied. Hearing Phil unconcern for the importance of his outfit Dil picked up the first shirt he came across and asked to borrow it.
"And these jeans, they okay?" Dil asked and Phil nodded. Dil headed for the door, feeling stupid for trying too hard but as he went to open the door Phil stopped it from opening.
"Are you okay?" Phil asked. Dil immediately said he was but Phil knew he was too cheery. "Last time I saw you you were crying in the middle of a random alleyway, what's changed?"
"You haven't," Dil said staring at Phil. Phil felt his face burning, he was blushing but wouldn't admit it.
"Seriously, I felt so bad leaving you, I've thought about it every day since, wondering what you were doing, how you were coping…if you were alive," Phil said.
"I wanted to see you again, I couldn't just pick a random day, I wouldn't know what you were doing. I knew the routine for birthday, I knew where and when to find you and there you were."
"And that's why you're happy?" Phil asked.
"Because I'm seeing you again," Dil told him. They stood together looking at one another. "I should really take a shower," Dil said to break the silence, and Phil let him out.
The confused birthday boy sat on his soft bed, his mind on his friend in his bathroom. Not once did his mind go back to his girlfriend, who he had persuaded to leave him alone with Dil by telling her they had things to sort out. Phil thought it was destiny; there were days that he and Angelica spent apart but Dil was still on his mind and Angelica didn't get a look in.
"What can I do?" Phil whispered to himself, knowing he was the only one who could answer the million-dollar question.
10 minutes Phil had sat on the bed, pondering over his question. The bedroom door opened and his question was answered, he thought. Seeing Dil made him smile, a smile he hadn't felt for over 6 months now.
"Wow! Just look at my hair! It's so long and I hadn't even noticed. Man, I can't believe how clean I feel!" Dil said as he came back into the room dressed in Phil's old clothes. Phil just laughed and smiled. "Hope you don't mind me using this comb, found it in the bathroom."
"I think it's Lil's, she won't mind," Phil told him.
"I think I need a hair cut," Dil said looking at the long mess of red hair in the mirror.
"I don't think I can cut hair," Phil said nervously.
"It don't need to be perfect!" Dil said picking up a pair of scissors he found on Phil's desk. He pulled a strand of hair away from his head and cut some off. "It never was."
"You're so stupid sometimes," Phil said laughing. He got up off the bed and helped Dil cut the hair on the back of his head. It looked similar to how it used to be after they'd finished.
"You look like the regular old Dil again," Phil said admiring the change.
"You still look as you used to," Dil said. The boys stared at each other, not to sure what to do or say next.
"Phil! Lil! You're friends are here! Better start getting ready for this party!" Phil's mother yelled up the stairs and the boys stare vanished with nether of them being the one to end it.
A/N: If anyone's wondering where Tommy is, (thanks for mentioning HPfreakswillrule), the story is explained in my older story, 'To betray a friend'. Usually my Rugrats fictions run along in the same long story. And if you can't be bothered to read it then I'll just say he went a little mad and is at some kind of Military school.
While I'm here, thanks for all the nice reviews. :)
