Things Change

Chapter 4

I started driving down the street and as I was driving I realized something.

"Shit, I forgot to grab Phil." I cursed to myself.

I quickly turned around and drove back to the school and luckily Phil was just leaving the school and I don't think he knows I left. I didn't want him to see my ripped shirt so I poked my head and upper torso out of the window and called him over. He spotted me and hopped in my car.

"Hey Dan." Phil said

"Hi" I responded. "Ready to go to work."

"Yeah." He responded.

I started driving in silence feeling to anxious to talk to him. I can't believe I kissed him and said I liked it. If we become more then friends or true friends in general he might find out about my life at home. I don't know what I want.

As I was driving I didn't realize we made it to the bakery. I let Phil get out before me and walked after him trying the hide the scars with my bag. I knew my apron would cover it so I managed to run into the staff room and grab it before Phil could walk in. I finished getting ready with Phil and we began working. We were really busy today so I was spending a lot of time packaging different baked goods for Phil to give the customer. I was bringing a fresh tray of Manchester Tarts to put on display at the front. Little did I know Phil was running back to the kitchen to let Phoenix know the next order. We again had a big collision like at school. I dropped the tray making a loud crash before Phil fell on top of me. And there we were, faces inches apart. Phil sort of panicked. He quickly scrambled to his feet before speaking.

"Oh Dan, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. Let me help you up." Phil stuttered

I just layed their. This is what happened at school too. Why though. I snapped back into thought and got up with his help. We went back to work quickly, to embarrassed to make direct eye contact. After work I grabbed my stuff and got ready to leave. I quickly yelled out to Phil,

"Do you want a ride home?" I called.

"Sure, thank you." He replied.

We jumped in and I had him enter his address into my GPS. We started driving and I decided to kill the silence by turning on the radio but, unfortunately everything was just stupid talk shows.

I pulled up to his house and admired the beautiful architecture. His house was painted gray with white trims and his front yard was filled with flowers and fresh grass. He was about to get out when he stopped and turned to me.

"Dan, I know we have only know each other for a few days but, you have been so nice to me. I feel like I need to do something for you. Would you like to come in for dinner? I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind" he offerd.

I wasn't sure what to say. I would much rather stay here then go to my house but, my parents might get mad and I would have to eat here in order to not look weird. I quickly thought over everything and replied.

"Yeah, sure. My parents won't mind." I lied.

I stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door next to Phil. He gently opened up the door and stepped in. I followed close behind feeling nervous. We set out bags next to the door and a woman walked out of the kitchen. She ran over and gave Phil a hug.

"Phil, welcome home." She said.

"Hi Mum, uh this is my friend Dan. He has been helping me around at school and work so I invited him for dinner, is that okay?" He asked the lady who I'm assuming is his mum.

She walked over to me and put her hand out for me. I gently grabbed it and shook.

"Nice to meet you Dan. It's perfectly fine for you to stay for dinner." She said bubbly.

I then saw two people come down the stairs. It was Phil's dad and brother. They greeted Phil with warm welcomes and Phil's mum introduced me. It was so interesting to look at. The house was nicely cleaned.  There wasn't empty alcohol bottles or blood stains anywhere, and everyone loved each other. I hadn't felt this way since I was 7. Back when my parents didn't drink. I wanted to cry but I held it in and Phil's mum gathered everyone around the table.

As I sat in the beautiful wooden chair next to Phil I suddenly had a large grilled cheeseburger and some rosemary french fries in front of me. I saw everyone else digging in and I just picked up a single fry and using every muscle in my body I bit down. It tasted like regret but, I managed to swallow my fear and eat suddenly all eyes turned on my and Phil's dad asked,

"So Dan, what's your family like?" He asked.

I froze. I didn't know what to say. My head was screaming and I could feel myself choking. My eyes glossed over before I stood up and ran. I quickly grabbed my stuff then ran out the front door, in my car, and drove home. I started crying, that was so embarrassing. What does Phil think of me now?