Phil knocked me out of my trance, yet he was my trance. I almost blushed in embarrassment at the fact he caught me staring into space, mind filled with thoughts of him//
"Be careful..." I whispered to myself as I awkwardly washed the blender in the sink. Dan had passed out, and would lie on the couch for another hour or so, because of the drink Marge and I gave him. It was supposed to make the person pass out for three hours, but when they woke up, they would feel fine.
Warm arms swung around my waist and Marge's dainty hands linked in front of my stomach. "Don't cut yourself." She whispered into my shoulder.
I laughed at her concern, it was cute the way she cared about me. Marge laughed along with me, "you are the clumsiest person I know," she said as she let go and leaned against the counter behind me.
Rolling my eyes sarcastically, I set the blender on the drying rack to my right and dried my hands on a kitchen towel. When I turned around I saw Marge staring at me with a loving look in her emerald eyes. Stepping forward I took her round face in my hands and gave her a light kiss on her soft pink lips. I felt her giggle against mine, and let me tell you something, there is not a greater feeling than someone else's laugh dancing along your lips.
An hour had passed, Marge and I now lie together on the armchair, re-watching an older episode of Sherlock . Her head rested on my shoulder, and looking down I could see the freckles sprinkled along her nose and cheeks. Margo had put her hair into a messy bun, and strands of her reddish hair tickled my nose, it smelled like lavender shampoo.
"Do you ship Johnlock?" Margo asked, looking up to meet my eyes.
"Almost as much as I ship us." I joked and pecked her cheek quickly.
"Aww, how nice is that." She replied back in a joke like tone, and sat up a little bit to reach my cheek with a cute little kiss.
"How lucky am I to be able to have met you outside that grocery store?" I asked.
"Says you. How lucky am I?" Margo smiled up at me.
We got back to watching the television, and the only thoughts on my mind were about Margo. How back in year 11 she would sit by me when others wouldn't, she was so kind. Margo was also in my year 4 class. She wasn't the popular kid of the school, but she was pretty well known. She had fire red hair back then, which of course made her popular with many of the boys in the class. She used to call me 'Philip,' and even when I told her she could call me Phil, she would tell me, "Philip seems so much more cool and old-fashioned- yet modern." And would keep on calling me Philip. She would climb trees with me, at recess. Sometimes teachers would come and tell us to get down, but of course- Margo was too high up to care. She was a free spirit. Loved to cause some trouble, yet always made it back safe. That's one of the things I love about her, she could add a little adventure in my life, even if I fall out of the tree along the way.
"Hey Philip, I think Dan is starting to wake up." Margo tapped my arm to get my attention.
Looking over to Dan, I could see his legs start to stretch out. Suddenly he raised both of his arms and yawned before opening his sleepy eyes, "What the hell happened to me?" Dan coughed.
Margo was looking at him too, and with a hint of concern in her voice she explained, "Well, what we gave you wasn't just for hangovers. You seem to have some type of fever, I could basically feel the heat radiating off your body! But don't worry, Phil was the one who took your temperature this morning, he called and told me everything and long story short- the drink should help you feel a lot better."
Dan just nodded, "I do feel a little better, what time is it?"
Looking down at my watch, that Marge bought me, I read out the time, "Quarter past eleven. We can make lunch soon if your hungry."
Dan nodded again, he must be having a weird feeling from the detox drink. Margo sat up, leaving my arm and side to get cold from her absence. She looked to me then back to Dan, "I could make some omelette's, my dad would always make omelettes when I was sick."
I can't just let her cook everyone omelette's on her own, "I could help!" Dan and I volunteered in sync.
Margo laughed with crinkled eyes, "first of all," she pointed to Dan, "you'll infect them with sickness, and second of all," she said turning to me, "you made me pasta and that Cesar salad, and even rice paper wraps! You can sit here, I'll figure out where things are."
Once Marge had bounced up from the couch and skipped into the kitchen, silence fell between Dan and I. He still lay down with a brown blanket set over top of him, and his eyes still looked quite tired. I was about to break the quiet when Dan spoke first, "you're lucky Phil. I like her."
"Really? That's great. I have been waiting for the right time for you to meet her because, well, if Marge and I didn't stay together that long- I don't know. I'm just glad that it's turning out."
Dan smiled, I couldn't tell if it's completely genuine or not, I think it was more of a nervous smile, but he smiled and asked me, "are you sure I didn't do any thing completely weird last night? You can tell me."
What is he even so worried about? Then it hit me, was he worried that he told me that he loved me? I'm pretty sure he was just too drunk to function at that time, so I just shrugged it off. But what if he's actually worried if he said that? It was nothing, he doesn't have to worry, "nothing Dan. Except for the monsters you think are hiding under your bed!"
He laughed, a little wearily, but I think reassured him enough for now. A twinkling voice exploded from the kitchen with a crashing sound of plates being set out, "WHO WANTS SOME OMELETTES'!?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It is currently 11:00pm, and I have school tomorrow. Yet I'm updating Wattpad- your welcome.
For some reason I visualize Margaret as Emma Stone, I think it kinda fits I guess...
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Anyway, I'm going to try and not wake my whole family up and go have some fruit loops cause I'm starving. Byeeeeee!
