Family >>Phan

I Never Care

IM SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER TOOK FOREVER OMG IT WAS LIKE THREE WEEKS

"EVERYONE GET UP!" I hear my mom belt out from the hall. I groggily open my eyes and sigh. Each time she does that, I swear she's gonna wake the entire neighborhood or cause an earthquake.

It seems Alec agrees, "Katie, that's not how we do this here."

"Then how else are they gonna get up? Mornings are the worst. They're not gonna listen to jack shit." She complains, I can picture her crossing her arms like a child.

"Exactly. They already have to wake up at six in the morning and go to hell, so why not make waking up not such a bad thing? Wake 'em up personally and with love, k?" I never thought someone like Alec, who doesn't usually show emotion, would say something like that. He must be very convincing cuz,

"Fine. I'll go get Adrian." She sighs and stomps down the hall.

"Already up!" Adrian yelps. "Go wake up Dan." Fuck you Adrian.

The two adults walk into Phil and I's shared room and look around. I secretly watch Alec sit on the edge of Phil's bed and gently rub his back as my mother watches. He then taps him a few times and announces, "Breakfast is ready, Philly, you wanna get up?"
Phil stirs and rolls and I think it's a habit of his, cuz the last time I saw him wake up he fuckin' rolled off the couch. If his dad wasn't sitting on the bed, he probably would have rolled off that too.

"What time is it?" He mumbles as he rubs sleep from his eyes. His hair looks like a lions mane... not very tamed. That was a good pun... No it wasn't.

"Six. The bus comes in half an hour," he says, more telling me than Phil, as if he knows I'm awake. "You gotta get up now okay?" Phil nods lightly in understanding and looks at me quickly. I've been caught.

He smiles and stretches, getting out of bed. "You wanna borrow some clothes?" He asks me. I forgot I don't have any clothes, besides the ones I've been wearing for almost three days. I nod and smile, hopefully the smile will act as a 'thank you.'

When Alec and my mom leave, Phil starts to fish clothes from his bureau. "I figure you're more of a t-shirt and skinny jeans kinda guy. And today it's gonna be kinda cold. Is this okay?" He pulls out a black p!atd t-shirt and black skinny jeans, along with white socks and boxers.

"Fine by me." He tosses the outfit onto my new bed, then takes a plain white shirt and black skinny jeans for himself and snatches a galaxy sweatshirt from his bed.

I strip off my shirt and pick up the one Phil gave me. "Woah!" He yelps and covers his eyes.

"What?"

"Y-you're just getting changed right here?"

"Yeah? We're both guys, I have stuff that you have." I shrug. "Oh.. I grew up not really having privacy." I laugh and quickly slide on the shirt. Phil uncovers his eyes nodding, but still avoids looking near me.

"W-well you know I like guys, you're not scared? That I'll like it and weird you out? Not that I do it's just-" he is not making this easier for himself.

"Phil," I laugh again. This situation is too amusing, he's a blushing mess. "I. Do. Not. Caaaare."

"O-okay." I finish changing then leave the room, not wanting to freak out Phil if I stay while he, himself, changes. I don't think he's comfortable with that. Not that I care.