The Only Hope For Me Is You ~ Phan

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Trigger Warning

Mum and I weren't really on speaking terms.

Well, I wasn't on speaking terms with her. But could you blame me?

It's been two weeks since I started my silent treatment. She needs to know that what she said, the things she called me, hurt.

It hurt more than anything.

And Phil was trying to help. Trying. But he didn't really understand what I felt, as he had two loving parents, even though one wasn't related to him.

Which is why I was headed over to his right now. He was going to try and cheer me up, because I've been acting super weird these past couple weeks. Maybe because I was:

A) Super confused over what the actual living fuck Phil and I's relationship at the moment.

B) Super pissed at my fucking mother who was trying to buy my forgiveness and trying to get my father to convince me to accept the apology.

C) Super disappointed in my appearance. Seriously, I want to shove two fingers down my throat every chance I get. More than I ever have just recently.

And I really wanted Phil's 'plan' to work for me today. I needed it, and I needed him, and I just needed fucking someone to hold me, and tell me everything's okay. That's all I wanted.

And Phil, as he usually is, was waiting out in his driveway, waiting for me to pull up, and park. It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders when I saw him.

"Hey," he greeted, opening up my car door for me. I took his hand, helping pull me up and out of the car.

"Hey." I repeated, and he instantly connected our lips. Even if it was just for a couple seconds.

Phil lead me inside, explaining that we had the house to ourselves, as his parents were at work, and Penny was out with the girls. It was just me and Phil.
This couldn't have been better.

"I thought we could make cookies. You know, comfort food. Also, because mum has the best recipe, and I'm really craving some right about now." Phil smiled, pushing me against one of the counters in the kitchen, pecking my lips between each sentence break.

I couldn't really bring myself to eat anything right now. It wasn't the right day of the week anyway. But I would make the cookies, just because it would make Phil happy.

I jumped up onto the counter, swinging my legs forward and wrapping them around Phil's waist, pulling him closer to me.

"Thank you." I said, kissing his lips with as much affection I could portray.

"You're  welcome here whenever, babe. You know that." He chuckled, kissing me again, slipping his tongue into the mix.

"God, Phil." I exhaled, shakily, as he moved from my lips to my jaw. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making chicken skin form on my body.

My hands twirled in his hair, so soft and dark, and I could sit right here all day if this is what Phil had in store.

"Fuck-" I gasped, when he suddenly bit down, sucking a probably dark mark into my neck. But I began to worry, as if he continued- well, I'd begin to have a little problem, and I don't know if I'm ready to just get off with Phil when he's not even my boyfriend yet.