I step into Phil's living room, and those few memories made here resurface.
"Not now..."
"Hello?" I call out uncertainly.
"In here," comes Phil's voice from a room to the left. I can tell he’s ill by the way his voice fades out during the last word he speaks.
I walk in, slowly, slightly wondering if he'll still be… himself, even though he's ill.
Phil smiles when he sees me, I smile back out of politeness. If I thought he was pale before, it doesn't compare to how he is now. He matches the pure white walls of what I assume is his bedroom. The room itself is sparsely furnished, with various band posters hung up seemingly at random. I sit down on the end of his bed, feeling a little skittish.
“How have you been?” I ask, trying to initiate a normal conversation.
“Well… I’ve been miserable at best. But now that you’re here, I already feel much better.”
Phil’s hand finds mine, and he laces his fingers through mine. His hand is warm and sweaty, yet he’s still wrapped up in all these blankets.
“Aren’t you hot?”
“Actually... I’m quite cold,” he stutters a little, and looks up at me.
I decide to move closer to him and he puts his arm around me.
"Please lay with me Katie..." he begs, and I can see the pleading in his eyes.
"I....I guess," I mumble, slipping under the blankets and lying down next to him. Phil really is burning up, but his body heat makes being so close to him almost… Cozy. He places an arm around my waist, and I feel my entire body tense up.
“I shouldn’t be here…”
“What’s wrong Katie?” I look at Phil, and his sad eyes nearly melt my heart.
“Nothing, you’re just so sick…”
“Like I said, I’m better now that you’re here.”
“Okay,” I whisper. As Phil pulls me closer, I begin to doze off…
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Damned If I Do Ya, Damned If I Don't
FanficAfter being bullied for several years, Katie finally transfers schools. She makes friends and she's finally happy for once. But wait... did he just meow?
