Impulse - Phan (discontinued)

chapter three - phil

chapter three - phil

When I get off the bus, I text Dan, telling him I'm home and asking what time I could come. I walk slowly up the pavement, turning down the pathway that leads to our front porch halfway down the block. I open the door, it's unlocked because mum likes to get off early on the first day of school to see her youngest son home. The lights in the kitchen and living room are on, the television turned on the weather, taking about rain coming soon. I walk slowly towards the kitchen where she it, swinging her hips to a radio as she makes brownies.

"Hey mum," I say quietly, a smile on my face as I sink into a chair at the breakfast table, tossing my backpack on the ground.

"Hello Philly!" Her face blooms as she rushes over to envelope me in a hug before turning back to stirring the mix of chocolate. I continue smiling, I can't help it, my mum is the greatest. I pull my backpack up again and turn to go.

"Where are you going?" She asks, glancing back at me from her station at the counter. I sling the backpack over on shoulder.

"Only to my room, I need to get a few things but then I have to go t a friends house-" She cuts me off, clapping and grinning wildly.

"You've made a new friend already?" She is elated at this new knowledge. I chuckle at her giddy expression.

"Yeah, it's for a science project." I take a step back and lean against the wall. She still smiles widely. She shoos me away muttering little happy things like: 'Phillip's made a new friend!' and 'Science? He should call Martyn!' 

I turn out of the kitchen, bounding two steps at a time. I reach the second floor and enter my bedroom. It's messy, always messy. It's got clothing strewn about, papers crumpled on the floor, my lampshade hit off center from when I accidentally lassoed it with a pair of pants with the legs tied together. (Martyn did it, don't ask,) I just haven't found time to straighten it up, I've been too busy doing games on the Xbox, watching movies, and studying some plays to impress Amanda next time we interact.

I toss my backpack onto the undone bed, hastily reaching for a zipper and pulling out a few miscellaneous papers from the syllabus fest of today. I turn quickly, jumping over to my bookshelf, running my hands along their spines until I stumble across my brothers old physics book. I pull it out, grabbing another backpack from last year, bringing it up to the bed also. I grip my science binder from my new backpack, depositing it into my black one now accompanying Martyn's old textbook.

I walk over to my closet, opening the door with a jolt, and kneeling down to rummage through my old school papers. I find my science ones and take the lump, putting it in the old backpack. I run my hand through my hair, pulling my fringe out of my eyes, turning on my heel around my room. I stuff my phone charger into the bag, and take my own from my back pocket to see if Dan texted me back.

'hi. i live at 71 maplewood drive. come over anytime soon, but my mum wants to eat dinner round 7:30.'

I smile and grab my science backpack, texting him back as I shuffle from the room.

'Alright. Leaving now. See you soon.'

I walk down the stairs, poking my head around the corner at mum.

"Alright, I'm going now. Be back around seven thirty." She smiles, turning to me.

"Okay. Do you need a ride honey?" I shake my head.

"No. I'll ride my bike." She smiles and blows me a kiss which I take as my cue to leave. I walk toward the back door, grabbing a key and putting it in a backpack pocket, then jog to the garage where I pick up my bike, and take it to the sidewalk, and into the road. The road is quite infrequently traveled by cars, and the only reason I know where 71 Maplewood is, is because before school started all a I did was ride my bike up and down the neighboring blocks. My backpack moved around my back as I pedal, I go down our road, Grove, three blocks, then up past Limestone and Avon to reach Maplewood, then pedal down until I read 71.

I slow down, turning up into the sidewalk, and laying my bike in the grass. I walk slowly up to the door, gripping the strings of my backpack.

"Diction is done with the tip of the tongue and the t." I whisper quietly, almost subconsciously, though I stop when I ring the doorbell. I stand there there quietly, waiting for someone to come to the door. I pick at a few fraying strings on the backpack. After a moment I recheck the house number and street number, seems correct. I ring it again. Someone comes to answer the door.

"Hello?" A woman, who I presume to be his mother, answers the door.

"Hi, I'm Phil Lester, I'm here to work on a project with Dan." I say hopefully.

"Oh. Okay. Sorry if I didn't answer right away, the doorbell is quite temperamental." She smiles. "He's upstairs. First door on the right." She gestures up the stairs.

I nod beginning up the stairs after discarding my shoes. I glance around, family photos line the stairwell. There is another boy with Dan, and I learn his name father along the procession where he holds up a sign that says: 'Adrian'. I smile at his beaming face in the photograph. 

I emerge from the staircase turning toward the right where a door is shut. Across the hall is an open door showcasing a king sized bed. Next to it is a door that's slightly ajar with the name Adrian written in crayon near the floor. It's obviously tried to be scratched out, but it was unsuccessful. I knock on the door.

I can't hear movement inside, just insistent and persistent tapping and the occasional noise that sounded like 'hep' or a hum in a pattern repeated three times. Very faintly I can hear words being said, but they are muffled, like it's from a recording. I stay silent for another minute, then knock again, louder. There is rustling inside and footsteps coming quickly to the door. He opens it hastily.

"Hi." He waits patiently for me to come in bending his neck to the side, though I ignore it. I sit on the bed, gazing at his pristine room, a complete contrast from mine. He nervously fiddles with his shirt hem silently. 

"So what's a inclo-whata?" I ask, shrugging of my backpack removing the papers for the project. He scrunches his face up.

"An inclinometer?" He asks, grimacing again. I refer to the paper.

"Yeah I guess." I shrug.

"It's instrument used to trace Earth's magnetic field." He states this like it's common knowledge. I look back at the project papers and sigh. 

"Fun." 

A/N

Hey-o! I wrote another chapter aye. This is the beginning of story I need to write it phase, so be prepared for more frequent updates because irl friends know I won't and can't shut up about this story.

1/27/16

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