{Hey guys😛 Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I'm not sure if I told you, but I have a bad habit of losing track of updating. Like I get so lazy and I just wanna eat and sleep. But I'm good at reading other fan fictions😉 haha! I've messaged Phillip through DM on Instagram and he said he'd read it. I'm not exactly sure if he actually did, but I'm hoping he did, or does..😁 I hope you guys have fun reading this chapter and I love you guys so much! Mwah😘}
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It was about seven in the evening and I haven't eaten anything yet. I got up from the comfy couch and walked into the kitchen, opening up the pantry filled with many variations of food. My eyes scanned for something to eat, passing the many options. A smile grew upon my face when I spotted what I was looking for. I took it out and walked to the counter, peeling open the box and setting it down. I opened a cabinet underneath the stove and pulled out a pan, placing it on the stovetop. After twisting the knobs to HI, I filled the pan with water, and put it on the boiler to heat up.
I say around for about fifteen minutes before the water started boiling, letting me know I could pour the noodles into the hot, steaming water. I grabbed the box, and poured the noodles into the boiling water, making white bubbles appear. I went to go continue watching tv as it cooked for a little while. Minutes later, I returned to the noodles and I stirred it around, so they wouldn't stick to the bottom of the pan. Soon later, they were fully cooked, and it was ready to be eaten. I grabbed a colander and put it in the sink, the noodles were left behind as the water trickled down the drain. I opened up the packaged powder of cheese, and mixed it in the noodles, making them a creamy yellow color. I put it into a bowl and sat at the table. It was actually better than I expected. I usually burn it. I'm not exactly sure how you burn macaroni and cheese, but I somehow find a way to.
I was about halfway through with my dinner, when a sudden knock at the door interrupted me. I got up and walked to the door, looking through the peephole to see Phillip standing at the door. Gosh, why is he here? I groaned and twisted the locks and opened the door. He stood there leaned up against the wall, smirking at me.
"What do you want?" I scoffed.
"Nothing. May I come in?" He asked surprisingly politely.
"Only since you asked politely." I reply, moving out of the way as he shuffled his way in, kicking off his boots.
"So, what are you doing here all alone?" He asks while placing himself on my couch comfortably like it was his own home.
"How do you even know I'm here by myself?" I ask.
"Are your parents around?"
"No, but why does that matter?"
He stood up with a smirk still on his face as he walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.
"So I can do this." He whispers in my ear. His breath fanned over my neck, making me shiver. Why was he always like this? He's so charming but I don't want to be with him. He's always screwing with my head and it's driving me crazy, I can tell he knows it too, just by the way he continues to tease me. We stay like that for a while before he moves and kisses my cheek and walks back to the couch, returning to his comfortable position he was in before.
I went and joined him on the couch as we stared at each other in silence. It was a peaceful silence, but it was still kind of awkward. My eyes involuntarily trailed down to his lips. They were so plump, and the way they felt against mine that night we kissed when we were really supposed to be doing a project. I jumped out of my thoughts when I noticed Phillip's face was now inches from mine. I'm not even confident enough to say if I leaned forward or if he did. His eyes looked like they told a story, they were so beautiful and blue. It had me in awe every time I looked at them. We were one centimeters apart and our lips were slightly brushing against each other before we were interrupted by my phone ringing. Dammit.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey honey! I just wanted to see how you were doing!" Of course it was my mum.
"Ah, I'm doing good." I reply.
"That's lovely! Are you staying out of trouble?" My mum asked.
"Of course. I miss you." I state.
"I miss you too sweetie. I love you so much and me and your dad can wait to get home!" She shrieks.
"Me too! I gotta go now, my favorite tv show is coming on." I lied.
"Okay goodbye sweetie." The call ended, and I placed my phone on the coffee table.
"Where were we now?" Phillip asked, smirking.
I laughed and I leaned forward, grabbing the back of his neck and pressed my lips to his, taking surprise in myself that I actually wanted to kiss him. He was just teasing me with his charming self and I think I can kind of admit he's got me hooked. I won't admit it out loud, but in my mind, yes, I'm going crazy. I must have taken him by surprise too because when we pulled away, his eyes were wide, but he had the biggest grin on his face. I honestly can't even believe I'm taking all of this so soon. I barely even know him. Wow, I've changed so much.
"Shouldn't we like play like twenty questions or something?"
"Yeah sure." He shrugged.
"Okay you start.."
"Okay, umm why did you kiss me?"
"What?"
"Like, why did you kiss me first, like you leaned in and pulled me to you first. Why?" He asked.
"Um, because I wanted to kiss you. Why else would I?" I laughed.
"Well I was just wondering. But I'm glad to know that you wanted to." He winked.
"Oh shut up Phillip." I say, punching him in the arm lightly.
"Ouch." He said, trying to make it seem like I hurt him.
"Ugh I'm so tired, you should go home." I whine.
"What if I don't want to go home?" He smirks. He's always smirking what the hell.
"Then I guess you can sit out here and rot." I reply.
"Well that's a bit harsh don't you think?" He laughs.
"Yep." I answer.
"Well can I stay? Your parents aren't here."
"That's exactly why you can't stay, because I have no idea what your capable of." I reply.
"I know you don't but you will soon." He says winking. What's with the damn winking?! He always smirks and always winks. God he annoys me so much.
"Well you can sleep on the couch, and I'll be in my room." I shrug.
"That's not what I was planning." He says, giving his best puppy dog face.
"Well I guess your plans are going to have to change, because there's no way your sleeping in my bed!"
"Okay." He gives in, plopping on the tiny couch. I kinda felt bad, but I didn't want him in my bed... with me.
I go into my bedroom and walk over to my bed, pulling the sheets up, and getting into the cold sheets. It was so cold it gave me goosebumps. I turned out the light and then I nuzzled into my pillow and drifted into sleep.
I heard a scream and it was muffled, almost sounding like it was out in the living room. I lazily rubbed my eyes and got up and walked out into the living room, seeing a very sweaty Phillip laying on the couch. He looked like he was having a bad dream. I walked over to him and say down beside the couch, putting my hand on his bare, damp chest. He almost instantly calmed down and then he whispered something that made me freeze.
"Don't ever leave me Violet."
