and now you're dead //phan [PERMANENT HIATUS] (book #2)

four

"wanna watch a movie, little man?" pj asked as he dumped the bag of groceries on the sofa table.

"don't call me that" phil giggled and covered his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater he was wearing. "but yeah sure"

"and why not? i think it's cute" peej said and began walking the short walk to the kitchen. "hey which kitchen drawer are the spoons in?" he asked from the kitchen, his voice a little louder, but still soft, so phil would be able to hear.

"top left, and no it isn't cute, it makes it sound like you're my dad or something" phil told him and pulled the blanket he had laying besides him over him. 

"true" pj laughed and came back to the small living room. "here you have a spoon"

"thanks" phil whispered before sighing heavily.

"hey what's up?" peej frowned as he laid down on the tiny sofa besides phil.

"it's n-nothing" he answered with a shaky voice, which made pj understand that he was obviously lying. tears started welling up in phil's eyes as he shut them closed. 

"shh, it's okay, i'm here, you can tell me anything" pj whispered softly and held phil close, his hand stroking up and down phil's back as he cried into pj's shirt.

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sorry this is such a bad chapter, i'm just so exhausted of everything rn i can't write )):

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