Worse » daniel howell AU

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I woke up the next morning with my alarm blaring. I groaned, turning it off and with remembrance of last night, I had a bit easier time getting myself up. I pulled some clothes out of my closet, but before I changed into them, I left my bedroom, walking down to Matt's old room to see if Phil was yet to wake up. I knocked on the door lightly, "you awake?"

"Barely," I heard from him with a groan coming soon afterward. I laughed a bit, "can I come in?" There was a sort of muffled 'yeah' in response before I opened the door, letting myself in. I saw him sprawled out across the bed with his face buried in the pillow. I laughed under my breath, grabbing the pillow and pulling it out from under his face which caused his head to hit the mattress underneath.

"You better get up so that you'll have time to take a shower. Cleanliness is a good thing, Philip," a muffled laugh came from him as he heard the statement. I hit him in the back with the pillow that I had just pulled out from under him, "out of bed, mister." He groaned again before pushing himself up to a sitting position, looking at me with tired eyes.

"When did you decide to become the mum friend?" He groaned as he rubbed his eyes. "Since we went to sleep too late and you don't want to get up this morning," I smiled at his question.

"Well, okay, I'm up. Thanks, mum," he said, now actually standing up from the bed. "You're welcome, son," I responded with a laugh as I left the room. I went back to my own room, grabbing my clothes and leaving right after to go to the bathroom. "I call the shower first!" I said as I walked past the room that Phil still remained in. "Don't use all the hot water!" I heard from the room.

"No promises!"

-

I was in the middle of drying my hair when Phil got out of the bathroom. He joined me in my room, wet hair hanging down over his face. I stopped the blowdryer for a moment to speak to him, "Do you need this?"

"I would really appreciate that, yes," he answered, sitting on my bed. "I'm almost done, then it's all yours," I said just before I turned the blowdryer back on.

Once finished, I let Phil have the blowdryer while I put on some makeup. He actually finished drying his hair before I finished with my makeup, despite me not putting on too much. Since he had already finished, he watched me do the rest of my makeup which, since I already did foundation, concealer, and some highlight, just pretty much consisted of mascara and some light eyeshadow. That was only because I really didn't care for too much for eyeshadow unless I was dressing up for something. Also, I have this weird thing where my left eye will barely stay closed while my right is open, so it just makes it horrible to do practically anything to my left eye besides mascara. What a struggle.

"You should let me put makeup on you one day," I said to Phil with a laugh. "What, am I gonna be your makeup testing guinea pig?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. "I mean, if that's what you want to call it, then yeah," I responded while putting my things back in my makeup bag. Phil went to grab his backpack, leaving the rest of his things in Matt's room to come back for after school. I grabbed mine as well and both of us rushed down the stairs, having an unacknowledged race.

"What have we got today?" I said as I walked into the kitchen where Matt was cooking. He's too much of a morning person nowadays honestly, a total change from when we were growing up. "Pancakes," Matt replied as he pointed over to the plates already made.

"Yessss," I heard from Phil causing myself and Matt to both laugh lightly. I grabbed one of the plates and handed it to Phil, then grabbed the other for myself. "Matt is the pancake god," I said with a laugh as I grabbed the syrup, drenching it all over my pancakes. "But nothing else I ever make is good?" Matt asked, glancing back at me.

"Everything you make is good, just your pancakes are especially great," I passed the syrup over to Phil and moved over to the drawer that held all the silverware in order to get both of us forks. "Good. Appreciate my cooking skill," Matt spoke again. I handed Phil his fork. "Oh, I do," I said before I took a bite from the pancakes.

-

After enjoying Matt's pancakes way too much, Phil and I left for school, walking down the pavement as usual. We entertained ourselves along the way by having heated arguments about different shows and movies.

"Well, I mean, Thor isn't much without Mjölnir. They're pretty much the same," I looked at Phil as he acted shocked. "Thor is a god. Captain America is a super soldier. They are not the same," Phil argued.

"Okay, without Mjölnir, Thor really only has super strength. Steve has super strength and increased speed. I'm just saying," I held my hands up in defense. "Thor's still better," Phil spoke again. "Whatever. No matter who is better, no one can beat Scarlet Witch. Let's just leave it at that," silence followed the statement until Phil chimed in once again. "Except for Vision," I looked over at him.

"Do you want to fight?"

-

Phil and I raced to the door of the school building, just like we did the first day we walked together. It had the same results. We both walked into Mrs. Maron's room breathing heavily.

"Good morning, Mrs. Maron," Phil said through his heavy breaths. She looked up from her computer at the two of us. "Good morning, Phil. Aliah, how are you feeling?" She asked, looking at me. I sat my stuff down at my desk, "Out of breath."

"We are horribly unfit," Phil spoke up as he put his backpack down. I went over to the table where the two rolling chairs were, and I sat down on one. "I didn't mean it that way," Mrs. Maron said, seriousness shown through her eyes. "Oh, I'm great. Matt came home, and Phil came over, then we had a night of Sherlock.. and Chinese! It was so good," I replied, leaning back in the chair. "Then she kept me up half of the night," Phil walked over and took a seat next to me in the second rolling chair.

"Okay, no, you would have been up half the night anyway. I just helped both of us in not being lonely, and you enjoyed talking to me for hours on end last night, so shush," I argued back to which he laughed in response. Mrs. Maron was giving us a weird look. "People say they have deep conversations with friends in the middle of the night, so we did too," I shrugged as I explained. I saw Dan walk in from the corner of my eye. I turned in my chair, facing the other direction which happened to be the way that Phil was. He looked concerned as his eyes shifted from me to Dan, then back to me. I smiled lightly at him.

"How are you, buuuddy... friend.. pal?" I asked with the smile still on my face. Phil shook his head, "I'm great, how are you?"

"I'm juuuust wonderful," the words being mumbled through my clenched teeth.