Family >>Phan

Crashing

   I wake with a start. I just had the weirdest dream. Phil was in it, in fact, he was the main character. No I can't be crushing on him already, we just barely got talking, again.

'Again.'

After a fight we may or may not have had, two years ago when I moved here and tried to make new friends.
It was a nightmare actually, not a dream.

The day two years ago when I lost Phil. Though, we weren't like brothers or boyfriends, but it still hurt when he left me. He was the only friend I had, since Pj moved away.

Pj and I hadn't seen each other in about four years until last night. I don't know what school he goes to.

All I felt I could do was show how I felt about Phil leaving me... by bullying him, letting him know how he hurt me and returning that pain I felt when I had nothing.
I regret it now that I look back on it. The fight was complete my fault and he even tried apologizing being the nice person he is. I don't even really remember what it was about.
But someone can only take so much, and he gave up on me.

Two years later.

That day, about a week ago, when he woke me up in history. I had been so shocked and nervous when he talked to me all I could think was to bully him again or be rude in some way. And every class after that, every time he made an effort for me to notice or talk to him I thought, 'it's Phil.' He came back into my life. Hopefully, I won't fuck it up again.

That was my nightmare. The day I lost Phil. Reliving it. Relishing in the pain it caused the both of us. I really am a masochist aren't I?

Pushing myself up, I wipe tears from my tired eyes. I was crying in my sleep, seriously?! I'm so pathetic. No one can know I was crying.

Wait, what's this? There's a hip under my head. I'VE BEEN USING PHIL'S ASS AS A PILLOW OH MY SHIT. The boy shifts under me and rolls off the side of the couch with a grunt.
My face feels hot again. "Ow." He is so clumsy it's funny. How did I move that much in my sleep? No one ever sleeps with me so I guess I was naturally drawn to cuddle them? Phil hasn't even noticed yet, let's keep it that way.

"Well that was a nice wake up call wasn't it?" I tease over the edge of the couch.

"It was fun and efficient. I'm up now so," he laughs and crawls back onto the couch to sit. Pj and Carrie wake within minutes.

"What day is it?" I ask. For a moment I panicked again, thinking I had to be ready for school.

"Saturday," Carrie says as she yawns and stretches. Then, she leaves the room, probably to go to the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'll go make breakfast. My dads are probably still sleeping, and I want to surprise them." Phil says nonchalantly and smiles heading up the stairs. That smile will be the end of me. Excuse me? I didn't just think that. I refuse.

"You have more than one dad?" I ask out loud, not meaning to. Phil stops in his tracks.

"Yeah, they're married, and I'm their son, so yeah two dads-
Oh right, gay parents aren't very common are they? Huh." And with that he exits the basement. I follow and so does Pj. He continues to talk as we venture to the kitchen. "The one I told you about yesterday, being late coming home? He decided to stay at his sisters for the night so you didn't get to meet him. He came home earlier this morning and went to his room."

Two dads? I wonder if one acts like the mother of the family, the one in charge.
Two males can not make a child. Neither of them could get pregnant either, not like a lesbian relationship where you could get a sperm donor or something. Is Phil adopted? Is he a child of one of their sisters?