Riddle Middle

Chapter 33: Sleepover (This chapter's short because I deleted half of it ;w;)

Phil (1st person)

I was pretty hungry, so Smiley said she'd bring me something. She came back a few minutes later with a microwave dinner thing. I can't complain. There wasn't anywhere for me to sleep, and Smiley didn't want me on the couch in case her mom accidentally found me. I slept on a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor of Smiley's room. It wasn't that comfortable, but I figured I'd be fine for one night. Just as I was starting to fall asleep, Smiley began snoring. Loudly. I waited for what seemed like forever for her to either stop or for me to fall asleep. Neither happened. Eventually I gave up, and as any loser would, I attempted to sleep in the bathtub. It was extremely uncomfortable, but I eventually fell asleep.

Smiley (1st person)

I woke up around eight. The blizzard hadn't gotten any better. Oh, yeah, I also have an older brother, but he's in college. He lives on campus. Anyway, Phil wasn't in my room anymore, and I wondered if he went home. I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the water, and I was surprised when someone screamed. I jumped backwards, not thinking to turn the water off. Luckily, I was still clothed. Phil reached forward and turned the water off, then he yanked back the curtain and looked at me. He was breathing extremely fast. "Phil? Why are you in here?" I asked. "I wouldn't be if someone wasn't snoring all night," he said. I was confused for a minute, but then I realized he was talking about me. Phil looked annoyed. "Oh, Phil, I'm sorry... You could've woken me up," I said. He didn't say anything. "Why don't you get out of the bathtub," I said, pulling him up. "Do you want me to put your clothes in the dryer?" I asked. "What am I gonna wear while they're in the dryer?" He said. "I don't know, maybe wrap a towel around yourself," I said. He continued to look at me angrily. "Or you could try wearing my clothes..." I said. He didn't say anything, but he followed me to my bedroom.

I gave him a shirt and pants. I know male and female underwear are different, so I didn't give him that. He changed, then he cracked my door open and handed me his clothes. He slammed the door again. I took them to the dryer and put them in. I made sure to put the dryer on low heat so they didn't shrink. I went back to my bedroom. I opened the door, but I didn't see Phil. "Phil?" I asked. "Go away," he said from behind the door. "Phil, why are you hiding?" I asked. "I look stupid!" He said. "Okay..." I said, leaving again. Phil seemed very emotional, which was my fault. I mean, I didn't know I was snoring, but still. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I made the only thing I knew how to make: Bacon, eggs, and toast. I set that on the dining room table and went back to my room. "Phil, I made breakfast, if you want any," I said. He didn't respond, and I wasn't sure if he was in my room anymore. I tried opening the door all the way, but I found that something was blocking it. I went back to the kitchen and decided to watch the news, or at least the weather part. Apparently this blizzard would last a while. I heard a small noise behind me, and I turned to see Phil. He had made a small sandwich with what I made, and he was shoving that into his mouth.

He looked ridiculous in my long orange shirt. The pants looked okay, though they were a bit tight. I couldn't stifle a laugh. Phil glared at me. He continued eating. I went back to the kitchen to make hot chocolate for Phil. Once I made it, I gave it to him. His face softened. "Thanks..." he said. "You're welcome," I said. He began drinking it. I heard a faint noise from my moms room. "I'll be right back," I said. I went to where I heard the noise, which was upstairs, and my mom was coming out of her room. I ran back downstairs. I had about ten seconds to hide Phil. Phil looked at me questioningly. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him after me. I grabbed his hot chocolate and placed it on the table, then I looked down. I looked at the small cabinet under the sink. "I can't fit in there," Phil whispered. "Just try," I said. He sighed and squeezed into the cabinet. He just barely fit. My mom didn't say anything to me when she got downstairs, she just went over to the cabinet. She bent down and reached for the cabinet handle.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to panic. I need Windex," she said. I braced for her to find Phil, but she began digging through the cabinet without looking. She did grab Phil's face, but she let go pretty quickly. She didn't say anything about it. She got her Windex and went back upstairs. Phil climbed out of the cabinet. The dryer beeped, and I went upstairs to get Phil's clothes. He followed me, then he changed in the bathroom. He seemed a lot more comfortable, but now he seemed sad. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I miss Bagel... I hope he's alright," Phil said. "Aww... I'm sure he's fine," I said. He went back to my room and flopped onto his blanket-pillow pile. He almost immediately fell asleep. I lie on my bed and read while he slept.