Pretty Boy

12

"Louise, drive me home," I mumbled.
"Why?"
"I don't know...my dad just said that you had to drive me back,"
"I'll drive you," Phil offered.
"Do you really think that's a good idea?" Louise raised a brow.
"Yeah, I don't want my mum to y'know...kill you,"
"I've dealt with Chris my entire life, I think I can handle your mother,"
"Suit yourself," I shrugged. "Come on, let's hurry. I don't want to get into anymore trouble,"
"Alright, come on," he mumbled.

We got into Phil's car and sped to my house; I think we blew three stop lights and a few stop signs but the cops don't need to know that. When we got there, I saw mums car missing but dads was sloppily parked in the garage.

"Want me to come in with you?"
"It's your call Phil," I sighed as I got out if the car.
"I'll stay back for a few minutes,"
"Okay," I mumbled as I ran into the house. "Hey dad, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Mum got into a car accident..." Adrian sniffed.
"Oh my god...wait, I left twenty minutes ago...when did she leave?"
"She went to go after you," Adrain pouted.
"Is she okay?"
"She was driving down Main St and as she was turning a corner, someone collided with her...she went through her front window and died..." Adrian started to cry again.
"Why did she go after me in the first place? She had to know I was coming back,"
"She didn't want you spending another night at Phil's,"
"Hey Dan," Phil said as he walked into the house. "I'm gonna go. Do you-"
"You..." Dad narrowed his eyes. "You're the one who killed my wife!"
"Dad stop!" I yelled as I stood in front of Phil. "Don't hurt him! He was only trying to help me!"
"By fucking you? You took my sons virginity, you faggot!"
"Dad!" I cried. "Stop!"
"Why should I? He got your mother killed and he fucked you Daniel-"
"Oh don't you fucking start with calling me Daniel..."
"Watch your mouth!"
"No! Fuck you! Mum always called me Daniel...she hated me and I always hated her! I don't wanna hate you too..."
"You hated your mother?" he whispered.
"Yeah...just look what she did to me..."
"Oh god," he sighed. "I didn't even notice. Are you alright?"
"Doesn't hurt anymore so...yeah I guess..."
"Are you kidding me?" Adrian cried. "Mum just died and you guys don't even care!"
"Look Ade, I'm sad, yeah, but I'm not gonna fucking cry about a woman who abused me,"
"She only hit you, what? Three times? Abused my ass..."
"Mental abuse my dear brother," I scowled. "So she can kiss my ass,"
"Dan," Phil gasped. "Show some respect!"
"God, not you too!"
"I'm gonna let the attitude go cause you're grieving but-"
"I'm not grieving! I refuse to shed a single tear for that woman!"
"Get out of my house," dad murmered.
"Fine," I grumbled. "Come on Phil..."
"No," dad snapped. "I forbid you from seeing him,"
"You forbid me?"
"Yes,"
"Are you fucking kidding me? You were the one who told me to go after Phil in the first place! And now you're calling him a you know what and saying I can't be with him? It's bullshit, dad!"
"Don't talk to me that way! Now get out of my house...don't come back for at least a week..."
"Fine..." I sighed. "Can I at least pack a bag?"
"Yeah," he sighed.

I ran upstairs and threw about two weeks worth of clothes into the first suitcase I could find; I also tossed in my hygiene products and my straightener. I looked around my room to see what else I should grab; I looked up to my ceiling and smiled. I ran to my desk and opened up the second drawer, only to be greeted with my packs of glow in the dark space stickers mum always gave me on Christmas. I cracked a small smile and tried to fight back a tear as I threw a few packs into my bag. Next thing I knew I was back downstairs again, rushing to get to Phil's car.

"Hey," he said, driving back to his house. "Wanna-"
"No," I cut him off.
"Okay," he whispered. "Wanna stop at Starbucks?"
"No,"
"You sure? I know how much you like your fraps,"
"I don't think I can stomach anything right now, Phil,"
"Okay," he sighed.
"If you don't want me around for the week, I can stay with Louise,"
"Don't be ridiculous. I love having you around," he smiled.
"If you insist," I mumbled.
"Come on," he said as he parked in his driveway.

He got out if the car and grabbed my bags from the trunk of his car before he led me inside his house for the second time today.

"Hey mum," Phil called.
"Yeah?" she yelled back.
"Can you come here for a minute?"
"I'm gonna go up to your room," I mumbled as I grabbed my bags.
"Okay," he weakly smiled.
"I'm cooking dinner. What do you need?"
"Um, would you mind if Dan spent the night?"
"He stayed last night didn't he?"
"Yeah well...something came up and he um...he kinda needs a place to stay,"
"How long?"
"A week...maybe more,"
"Fine, but he sleeps in the guest bedroom,"
"Of course," he said. "Thanks mum,"
"So what happened?"
"His mum died earlier today,"
"Oh my god, that's horrible. Is he alright?"
"He says he is but-"

He was cut off by a sudden thud coming from upstairs.

"Dan!" Phil shouted as he ran upstairs to find me.

He raced into his bedroom, only to find my belongings scattered in the ground and his desk chair flipped upside down. I look to Phil, tears staining my cheeks. I hang my head and walked over so I could be held in a tight embrace. He wrapped his arms around me and started to rub little circles on my back as he tried to sooth me.

"Shhh," he whispered. "It's gonna be okay,"
"No, it's not," I sobbed into his chest.
"Yes," he said, pulling away. "It's going to get better, I promise." He cracked a smile as he wiped the salty droplets away from my eyes.
"I miss her Phil," I cried.
"I know baby," he sighed. "I know..."

He walked further into his room so he could start picking everything up; then he noticed the packs of stickers.

"What are these?" he asked.
"Oh..." I mumbled. "Y-You know how mine are set up?"
"Yeah?"
"C-Can you please do it, just like that, in your ceiling?" I cried.
"Yeah, of course," he whispered as he pressed a kiss into my forehead.

He tore open the packets as he stood up on his bed; he reached up and started arranging the small solar system on the ceiling.

"Perfect," he whispered.
"It's pretty," I smiled.
"Why'd you bring them?"
"My mum gave them to me every Christmas...they're the one thing I would always look forward to..."
"That's awfully nice of her," Phil said, admiring his ceiling.
"Yeah...she wasn't all bad..."

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry these updates are coming in kind of late. I have them written I just keep forgetting that Monday exists. Anyway...hope you enjoyed...