>>We're From Different Worlds<< Danisnotonfire Au

Chapter 41: Cheesy

~ Anna ~

I open my eyes, seeing my red and white fairy lights strung along my bed post. They illuminate my dark room. Everything that is usually lit with boring sunlight now looks like an imgrament of a fantasy world. The light carries into the hall, extending a sliver into my bathroom. How beautiful simple things seem when its quiet and midnight.

Phil rolls over and wraps his arms around my waist. He takes im a deep breath, exhaleign air onto my neck. Jesus H Christ do you eat fucking heaters?! You're breath just physically burnt my neck hairs clean off! I begin to laugh at my thought, apperently so does Phil even though he's sound asleep. You're honestly laughing at me laughing. I fidget around in his arms until I'm facing him, kissing his cheek before falling back asleep. 

     "WHA!" I hear yelped followed by a loud crash. In a sleepy daze, I jump into my black fuzzy slippers, running down the hallway towards the noise. Phil is frantically trying to pick up chunks of what I suspect is egg. The pan is in the sink, running water cascading over the hot iron. His hand is shaking wildly, I catch sight of his palm. His face is turns away from me. Sniffles fill the room, I walk to the stove and turn the burner off.  I pull him to his feet, pulling him to the bathroom. He's on the verge of tears but of course won't show me his face. 

     I turn the water on cold, pushing his arm into the water. I see his lip tremble in the mirror, he begins to cry. The water runs over his burnt palm, I side hug him. I pretty sure the only reason why he's letting my take care of him is because I never hug him. He's such a touchy feely person and I am no where close. "What were you attempting to make?" I ask quietly, my voice sounding scratchy because it's the first time I've used it today.

  "I tried to make you breakfast abd singed my hand with hot cheese." He sniffles.

   "Fucking cheese these days." I tut. " Always disrespectful and overstepping their boundaries." He lets out a mixture of a pout and laughter. 

   "I-It's kind of funny because I'm lactose intolerant," He giggles a bit, tongue peeking out of his lips. " My body literally rejects me being anywhere close to romantic."

   "That's the biggest lie if I've ever heard one," I fiddle with the bottom of his shirt. We stand in silence filled by only breathing and the water running.

   "Agree to disagree?" He says finally.

   "No," I say simply, he breathily chuckles.

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                                Yooo! this is a short chapter I know  I know. But the summer is finally in sesson so the end of this book will hopefully occur before September. A new less depressing book is brewing in my works. Oh and I have a book of like 15 spinoffs of The Special in a book. They all are either really stupid or really weird. Yeah..... That's where all of my writing has gone I guess.

                1) What's your favourite colour?

                 2) Your favorite ships?

 Love you guys more then my own self like seriously. <3 Sam