bear // phan - book one

chapter one

preschool

"bear."

i looked around.

"bear," another whisper, same voice.

"billboard l-llama."

"bear."

i turn around to face the boy behind me, his arm shooting out as soon as i do so.

i chuckled a little, taking interest immediately.

he looked up at me with bright blue eyes.

"yes?" he asked.

"why do you keep saying bear?" i responded.

"it's a funny word."

"but why do you—"

"bear."

"why do you say it over and over again?" i tried to be polite, mommy always tells me to.

"momma says i don't have a filter, daddy says i'm a special boy." he responded. "bear."

"what does that mean?"

"i dunno."

>>>

"bear!" phil called from my front door.

"up here!" i got up from my bed, fixing my hair before phil had the chance to run through my door.

i heard a slight punch while phil ran up the stairs.

"phil?" i called again, holding out the 'i'.

he walked into my room with a guilty smile, and a bleeding knuckle.

"oh my god, philip."

"sorry, b-bear." he whispered.

i stood up, walking to my parents room. i knocked and waited for then 'ok' to open.

"what do you need, dan?" my mum called from her bed.

"phil accidentally punched the wall," i smiled a little.

"again?" my father asked, chuckling a little.

"yep, we're gonna go and get another poster. may i take the car?"

a pair of keys was launched at me, and soon, phil and i were on our way to walmart.

"maybe y-you should j-just take out the en-entire wall." phil said from the passenger seat.

"maybe you should stop punching the wall!" i yelled, and smiled a little.

phil's smile faded, and he turned his head to look out the window. he looked a little sad.

"hey, phil, i'm joking." i glanced over at him, "i know you can't help it."

phil's arm extended and his first hit the glovebox. "ow."

"you alright, mate?"

"bear— yeah."

we arrived at walmart, and phil shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn't hit anything.

"so, phil, what poster should we get today?"

"1970 dodge c-charger from fast and furious."

"phil, we already have like four of those!"

"let's make it five."
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long story short, phil and i returned to my house with another car poster.

"alright, th-that should do it." phil pushed another piece of tape on the wall to hold the poster.

"you're my spirit animal." i mumbled quietly so he wouldn't hear me. "alright, let's go."

phil stood up and followed me to my bedroom. "do you have your h-history book?"

"yep, we going to sit on the floor or on the bed?"

"bear." he mumbled while pointing to the floor.

we lay on the ground, me on the left and him on the right pulling out a book and our pencils.

"i do-don't wanna do this," phil whispered. "let's drop o-out of high school and w-write fan fiction."

"we can't write fan fiction if we aren't a fan of anything."

we continued to do our homework, but phil had other plans. his left arm shot forward, causing him to fall towards me.

his back was towards me, until my elbows collapsed from me laughing.

we laughed at each other for about five minutes, phil turning to face me during our laugh fest.

we lay on the ground, panting and out of breath. "bear, can i h-have a hug?"

"of course." i stretched my arms out to my best friend, and he rolled into them. "how did school treat you today?"

"n-not well." he whispered, knowing i would get heated and punch someone.

"who was it?" i asked, trying to stay calm.

"pj and chris." phil continued to whisper.

pj and chris were friends of mine in preschool, but when i began to drift to phil, they drifted towards each other. they've been an ass to me ever since.