When Darkness Falls

Chapter 21

A shifting in my arms sends my reflexes going full speed and me, unfortunately, right out of my sleep. Of course it was just me over reacting. The shift in my arms was just Phil shifting so that he could face me and wrap his arms around me. Adorable.

My lips twitch up at the corner of my mouth. His eyes are shut softly, the lids are a light shade of purple. I can barely see his eyes all the way though due to his messy hair falling over his face. One of the cutest things was his tiny snore. Its not like those that are fully gross and oboxiously loud, more like a slight rumble. I don't know, to me its cute.

I wonder what would make him happy to wake up to. A movie? Oh, maybe breakfast. Yes, that'll work.

That thought is quickly put to a hault when I go to jump up and realize that Phil's arms are in a death grip around me. The quick movement sends him groaning and knitting his eyebrows together. He just pulls me back against him and hugs me to his chest tighter than I originally was.

I let out a quiet, displeased sigh. As much as I'd love to lay here and cuddle with him all day, I want to make breakfast more. Plus, I'm kind of hungry as well. Not just for food, but it'll help distract me. "Phil," I whisper, not directly towards him. "I have to make breakfast, so you've got to let me go."

He subconsciously buries his head into my shoulder, and I can't help the explosion of butterflies in my gut at how warm he is next to me. Like just his simple body heat has actually soaked into me and healed my crabby morning feeling.

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Okay so I have waited thirty minutes and cuddled with him, so now is my shot.

I grab one of his arms, that has loosened the death grip on me, and inch myself backwards. When my back is fully off of the bed, I swing my leg over to catch myself, and I put a pillow under Phil's free arm so he has something to replace me.

Lucky for me, that plan actually works out very well. Phil pulls the pillow close to him and snuggles against it.

With a sigh of relief, I run my hand through the mop of brown that is my hair and head towards the door. I should probably put a shirt on considering that Zoe is here, but its not like its something she's never seen. Well, its been awhile, and last time she did see me with my shirt off was when I was 15, but oh well.

I shuffle down the stairs and through the hall way where Zoe's room is. With a swift but quiet move, I open the door and peek in. Just my luck, she's fast asleep. Her hair is spewed every direction possible, but somehow she still looks absolutely gorgeous. Don't get me wrong, she's my friend, but I'd be lying if I said i'd never had mixed emotions with her before. We tried it, but I figured out that I wasn't fully leaning towards the girls and, anyways, she's more like a sister than anything else. She felt the same as well, so we still stayed friends afterwards, thank god.

I make my way back into the kitchen once I shut her door and scope out the pantry and fridge. We have eggs, bread, and milk. I mean, I was expecting hash browns or something fancy, but I guess eggs and toast will have to do.

With that, I turn on the radio above the stove and get to work making breakfast.

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It doesn't take long for the smell of food to fill up the whole house. I know this because I hear Phil shuffling upstairs and mumbling for me. Maybe he'll notice I'm not there soon and come down here, because making breakfast is so boring with nobody to talk to while you're doing it.

Just as I'm thinking about it, the sound of foot steps coming down the stairs.

In a matter of seconds, Phil shows himself and rubbs his eyes tiredly. "Morning," he mumbles quietly before looking up. "You're making break fast I see." A small, casual grin plays at his lips as he looks around my area to see all that I've been doing.