WAY too young (Phil × reader)

Moving OUT!

BTW, DAN AND PHIL ARE AGES 31 AND 27 IN THIS STORY

"Ugh," you moan as you look in the mirror and examine the excess fat around your middle. You had been trying to loose a little weight for years but nothing could seem to keep you away from a giant serving of (favorite junk food). You really weren't overweight at all. You just had no shape. You also have to exercise if you want to get in shape. HAHAHA fat chance of that happening. You barely get of bed.

    You walk into the kitchen for the first time that day. There stood your mom.

    "Good morning (your name)," said your mom. "Honey, we should talk," she added.

    You scoffed and pulled one of your ever present ear buds out of your ears. "What do you want," you sassed.

     "We need to do something together, go to town, go shopping, get you some different clothes," she answered.

     "What the fuck is wrong with my cloths!" you screeched taking offense.

     "LANGUAGE!!!"

     "I see no improper grammar in that statement," you snapped back sarcasticly. You stared into your mom's bloodshot eyes intimidatingly. You silently dared her to comment.

     "Get out of my sight," your mom angrily grumbled.

     You never actually get out of your mom's sight though. You're scared she might do something terrible, might try to kill you. She's threatened before. You backed away from you're mom slowly, and fixed your breakfast. As you cooked up your "world famous" waffles you felt eyes on you. Soon you couldn't take it any more. You turned around carrying a big platter of waffles and fried eggs (great for your diet). You sat down next to your mom and handed her a plate and put a large serving of waffles smothered in syrup as a peace offering.

     "Thanks...but...what was that little blow up about," your mom said.

     "You know what it was about. Did you even hear yourself last night. You threatened to lock me up in the basement for the rest of my life! You said you hated me. You said that I was a disappointment, and a useless little bitch. Why even are you talking to me!"

     "Sorry," she said pathetically.

     "Sorry?! That's it?!, I've been thinking about it a long time, I'm moving out,"

     "What?! You can't just move out."

     "Fucking watch me," you stated matter-of-factly. You ran to your room, grabbed every type of bag you could find, and started packing

OOF....THAT WAS QUITE A CHAPTER TO WRITE. SORRY IF YOUR GETTING BOARD WITH ALL THIS PRE-DAN-AND-PHIL STORY, BUT I PROMISE THEY WILL MEET SOON.