Hurricane

Crash

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

Hurricane | Thirty Seconds to Mars
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Double update, yaaaay!! If you're reading this chapter first then maybe go back one just to be sure you haven't missed anything. Also, since I'm a lousy updater, you've probably forgotten this whole story by now (I know I did writing it) so maybe u might wanna refresh your memory - or maybe not, I'm always guilty of not bothering and then just going along with things I don't understand lmao

Warnings: somebody is gonna die, violently. Can you guess who? (Hint: it isn't Dan or Phil or Goon because he's pretty much out of commission forever - yikes)

Phil is definitely more than I thought he'd be when I first encountered him. I see it now, after Fate and Vanessa, after almost dying. I could have avoided being abducted by Vanessa and Byron, I've fought myself out of worse situations before - but now I realise where the hesitation came from.

It's Phil.

Somehow this boy has brought out the soft side in me, that much is evident as I watch his chest rise and fall with his breaths, watch drool run from the corners of his mouth as he sleeps, listen to the light snores the boy makes, and all I can think is that he must be an angel.

He makes me feel soft. Ever since our first night together I've been unable to properly enjoy the things I usually would, I hadn't been myself.

But now I feel grand.

Grander than I had in years.

Phil begins to stir and I smile despite myself, unable to stop the gesture from creeping onto my face at the cute sleepy sounds Phil is making. I give in and allow myself to stroke his fringe away from his face, his eyes flutter open - so breathtakingly blue - and he smiles too.

"Hey." He croaks, voice heavy with the remnants of his sleep.

"Hello." I return, tilting my head as I watch the sunlight from the open window dance over Phil's features. "You really are beautiful." Phil blushes, from the tips of his ears to his chest, and scoffs. I scowl and pinch the skin on his stomach where my hand had been stroking lazily. "I mean it!"

Phil turns away, checking the time on the clock by the television. I know it's past noon, and Phil seems to be shocked when he realises. "We slept late!"

I nod and move to straddle his hips, leaning down for a lazy kiss. It feels nice like this, something new and exciting but old and familiar all at the same time. Everything feels familiar with Phil. "Yes we did, and now you're going to explain this all to me because I still don't understand and I've been waiting or your lazy arse to wake up for an hour now."

Phil smirks. "You've been watching me sleep for an hour?"

I hit his arm and he laughs cockily. "Don't change the subject - are you always like this?"

Phil seems to sober up. "No, actually."

I look away from his face, suddenly unable to meet his eyes for the intensity with which they watch mine. "Me neither..." I trail off as I think about what to say, how to word it. Does Phil know? Can he feel it too like I can? That we're changing each other - somehow. "I know it's because - and I don't really know how I know, I just kind of do, you know? - it's because we're, well, we're influencing each other." I bite my lip, unsure and completely aware of how crazy I sound while saying it.