«Philisnotonfire»

Chapter 2

Phils POV:

"Monday", I grumbled into my pillow. dreading to get up. Then thinking for a moment...

"Monday!" I squealed. I shot right up and out of my bed.

Although I hated waking up, I had a lot to look forward to. First off it was morning which mean breakfast. That means I get to eat cereal! Yeeee! And second I had track practice after school. No no I'm not the type to enjoy running. I never participated, I always made up an excuses on why I couldn't run, or I would just leave my sports kit at home rather then bringing it to school with me. As I was improperly dressed for running I just had to sit on the sidelines with a few other fellows who had real reasons to be there. I never talked to them I just played Muse or Fall Out Boy on my iPod. The main reason I joined track was to get closer to Dan. His beautiful chocolate brown hair and deep brown eyes made him the most attractive male at our school. My plains have failed to get close, mainly because I'm on the sidelines and he's running the track. I still don't understand why he runs the track. It appears he doesn't like it. The way he's all anti-social when there and at the back of the running group. It appears he doesn't have any friends on our track team. He never talked to anyone. Keeping himself isolated. We may not have talked much or even had much in common for all I know, but we do have hating track in common. And we also don't have any friends in our track team. I mean I hardly have a friend. My friend PJ and I only have one class together and we only really say "hello" to each other. Not many people talk to me, so PJ was friend enough. Im glad that I do get to sort of talk to him, PJ and Dan are real close friends. There always in the halls talking together with another lad named Chris.

As I made my way to the bathroom I could hear my older brother getting ready. He always blared out pop music while getting ready. It didn't bother me. My brother and I did get along fairly well, that made me quite happy I'll be honest. I had already gotten dressed before I went to the bathroom. Black jeans, some random shirt with an interesting print, and converse. Basically what I wore every other day. Now looking a head of time I decided getting out the flattener and getting those small waves out of my jet black hair wouldn't be such a bad idea. As I looked down to my phone checking the time I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. My mum had already pulled out my favourite cereal for me and all I needed to do was pour the milk. Which I did.

My at home life was pretty average other then the fact that I came out about 6 months ago. My parents didn't mind that I was gay, they just would have preferred if I wasn't. My parents do everything together. Went on the same trips, went to the shops together, even worked together. Mum and dad worked in the same office with the same hours so if mum was home so was dad. If there was a work trip they either both went or both didn't go. Again, everything they did was with each other.

Mum and dad carried normal conversation with me and my older brother during breakfast. I wasn't into morning conversations with my family, they all went the same way every morning.

mum and dad would say something to me and my older brother along the lines of, "have you made any new friends?" And "have you found anyone you fancy yet?"

That last question was mostly directed towards my brother, my parents wouldn't care about my answer. Probably because they're afraid I would talk about a guy. They're not scared of me being gay, they just don't know how to handle it. Checking the time I see it is 7:30.

"Phillip, it's 7:30. You don't want to be late." My mum stated.

She was right. So I was out and on my way to catch my morning bus.