I lie awake in my bed, waiting to hear Phil's door open but... Nothing. I roll myself out of bed and trudge to the door, carefully opening it so I don't disturb Phil. I drag myself to the living room and sit on the couch, I stare at the blank TV screen then look at the clock, 8:10, Phil's normally awake by now. I sigh and push myself up, I slowly walk to Phil's room, pushing open the door, I tiptoe towards his bed. I sit at the end and watch his chest go up and down as he breathes, I glance at his face, he looks so peaceful but I need to wake him up. I gently tapped his shoulder "Philly" I whispered trying not to startle him
"ugh" Phil moaned "what time is it?"
"it's 8:15"
"mmmm okay" he grunted turning over
"um no" I laughed, grabbing Phil's waist
"No, stop, you know I'm ticklish" he giggled "I'll get up now, just stop tickling me", he pulled back the cover and stood up, he was just wearing boxers and had a very visible bulge. I couldn't stop looking at it, Phil saw me looking and quickly covered it
"um, sorry it wasn't because of you I uh" he blushed
"it's okay, don't worry about it" I mumbled, trying not to make it awkward.
I walked to the kitchen and picked up the cereal, it seemed really light so I looked in and there was hardly any left
"Phil" I shouted
"Yeah" he replied
"have you been snacking on the cereal again"
"um maybe" he laughed. Typical, good thing I bought 2 boxes. I poured some out into 2 bowls then went to get some milk but there wasn't any. I walked into the living room and handed Phil his bowl
"there's no milk" I sighed
"it tastes better without it anyway" he said, he turned on the TV then lay back. When we finished, I placed the bowls on the table then walked to my room to get changed
