Cold Fury [DISCONTINUED]

16. Cereal

The rest of the day went on as if nothing happened. Which is fine by me, 'cause when I looked back, that situation was very awkward.

Phil and Oli were planning to go for a movie, and they were forcing me to come.

"No, guys, really, I don't wanna come," I said.
"You have to, Dan! It'll be fun!" Phil insisted.
"Yeah, Dan, come on," Oli supported.
"It's okay, guys. Maybe some other time. I'm not feeling well today."
"Are you okay?" Phil asked, his face suddenly twisted with worry.
"Yeah, it's just a stomach bug. I'll just need to rest a little."
"Okay, take care, Dan! We'll be back as soon as we can." He said. And with that, they left.

I went to the living room and started blasting music on my phone. I took out my laptop, sat in my sofa crease, and started scrolling through tumblr.

I didn't have a stomach ache. I lied, because I didn't want to go with them. Not that I didn't like them or anything, it's just that I wanted Phil and Oli to spend some time together, without me being an awkward third wheel.

I got bored. And when I get bored, I get hungry. So I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stared into it for who knows how long and who knows for what reason. There was no food in it, but I kept staring 'cause I had nothing better to do.

I sigh at my stupid behaviour. Sometimes I think that I'm a sim being controlled by someone else, and me roaming around randomly is because they're not playing right now and I'm left to do nothing.

I closed the fridge and went to take my cereal. I took it out, took a bowl, and tilted my cereal into it. I waited for the soothing sound of the cereals hitting the bowl, but nothing happened. I frowned, looking down and shaking the cereal box. Nothing came out. When did it get over? I swear there was so-

Phil.

I let out a huge and loud groan.
"PHIUUL," I shouted at no one in particular. But I guess I was too loud, 'cause the neighbour's dog started barking instantly. I sighed. Phil's habit of eating my cereal was getting out hand. I would've just called Phil right now on his phone, if he had gone alone, but he didn't, so I had to control myself.

Kill him. He stole your cereal for the 100th time. He deserved it.

He is so dead when he comes back.
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Hey guys!

I know, I know, shitty chapter. But honestly, I don't know where Im going with this story. I just let my hands type whatever they wanted, and now I regret it. I really need help here, and I am open to suggestions. Thanks, (Pete) guys!

~Blurry