Flawlessly Flawed

Chapter 4

Word Count: 1674

"Do you have siblings?" Phil asked as we walked down the cracking sidewalk pavement in the direction of my house.

"A younger brother, but he won't be home, he's got sports stuff cause he actually does things other than video games. Not totally convinced he's a human," I joked. Adrian and I may look alike, but we're pretty much polar opposites. My mom says that with color Adrian and I look crazy similar.

Phil nodded, "any pets?"

"Nope, if I had that kind of responsibility it would most definitely die," I laughed, imagining if I had to care for a living creature.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Phil grinning and I felt heat rush to my face. He's just so dang cute.

"Favorite color?"

I stopped walking, "what?"

"What's your favorite color?" He repeated.

"How the hell should I know? Black," i answered confused. He knows I can only see black and white, just like him.

"Hm, I think mine is green. Green or blue," he informed me as we started walking again.

I stared at him, how on earth does that brain think? "What is that choice based off of?"

"Oh I just think those sound like good colors," he explained. I shook my head slightly. He's on odd one.

I pointed a little bit up ahead, "my house is right there."

Phil eyes bounced around as I unlocked the door and led him upstairs to my bedroom.

I'm pretty sure everything in my room is black, grey, or white. Maybe some brown, my mum told me that color can be dark too.

Phil's eyes lit up when he noticed the TV that I had begged and begged and begged to have in my bedroom.

"You own Mario Kart, yeah?" He turned to me smiling and I practically melted. With that smile and that look in his eyes he could probably get me to do nearly anything for him.

"I do indeed," I smirked, "ready for a second butt whooping?"

I laughed as Phil stood there trying to concoct a witty comeback before shrugging his shoulders in defeat and grabbing a remote.

Once again I crushed Phil like a bug for six rounds.

"DAN! NO!" Phil playfully yelled at me as we rounded one of the last corners of the track, Phil was a little bit in front of me but he could see I have one of those shells that I've been told are green to throw. He knew from experience that even though those shells don't follow you, I'm really good at aiming these.

"I dunno Phil," I answered calmly, "I think I might just chuck it." I'm not going to though. I'm going to miss. Even though I'll never hear the end of it, and even though I hate losing, it'll be worth it to see his excitement.

I fired my shell close enough to the back of his kart to make it look like I had actually tried to hit him, but not close enough to actually make contact.

I blushed, why am I doing this. I never lose! Never! I mean, I know that I would've won if Phil's smile wasn't so damn addictive, but I still don't lose. Who's to say not finishing in first but seeing Phil's grin wasn't winning anyway. That's how I'll look at it, I won, I just won a different way.

I felt a smile tug at the corners of my lips as I watched his reaction to winning. It was worth losing for.

"As much as I hate to interrupt your moment, wanna make some food?" I suggested, still smiling.