~Entwined~ [discontinued]

two;

A/N: I have no idea how old Adrian is, so in this story he's going to be 8 years younger. (Dan's 17, as well as Phil.)

I yawned, stretching my limbs out as far as they could go, then curled into a ball and smacked the snooze button on my alarm clock.

I smiled, enjoying the peace and quiet that surrounded the outer layer of my blanket. I snuggled into the softness of the comforter, feeling the pleasant waves of heat radiating off of it. What a nice morni-

"DAN! WAKE UP YOU LAZY ASSHOLE!" An annoyingly high-pitched nine year old screamed.

"Mmmmf," I responded, furrowing my brows and pulling my thicc pillow over my head, thinking this would block the noise.

And it did. Unfortunately, it did not block the heavy seventy pounds that decided to drop onto my body.

"Adrian! GET OFF OF ME!" I snapped straight up, pushing my annoying little brother off of my bed. "Get out of my bedroom, you nut case!"

Adrian bounced up, smiling wide, several gaps in his set of teeth where they had fallen out. He brushed a strand of hair out of his eye and rushed up to my bed. "Do that again!"

I narrowed my eyes and said firmly, "get out of my room or I'll tell mom about the outside girl."

His eyes widened and his smile disappeared as he backed away slowly towards the door. "I hope you have a lovely morning, sir," he mumbled, then bolted out of the room.

I laughed and stood up slowly, yawning and stretching my arms, then began to rummage through my drawers for some clothing.

About two days before, Adrian and I had been outside. A girl was walking past us and I dared him to yell and call her a "homo sapien." When he did she turned around and pretended to be offended, and I told him it was a really bad word. It cracked me up every time I thought about it.

Which probably made me an awful older brother.

Oh well.

Finally, I decided on a pair of black ripped jeans, my black Converse, and a pastel pink shirt.

The whole outfit felt extremely comfortable, like pajamas. I sighed and smiled at myself in the mirror. "Today's gonna be a good day," I told myself, then a realization hit, and the smile faded away instantly. "Today's gonna be a good day, until I have to be tutored," I rephrased.

The doorbell rang through out our small house. I heard small, bare feet padding towards the door upstairs. "I'll get it!" Adrian screeched.

I grabbed my backpack, brushed my hair and teeth, and put on deodorant quickly, before running up the wooden stairs to the living room.

Adrian was talking to someone in the doorway. I walked up and pulled Adrian gently out of the way to reveal...

My eyes widened, then quickly narrowed.

Phil Lester.

What a lovely surprise.

"Hi!" He greeted cheerily, smiling wide. His raven black hair was quiffed, his bright blue eyes shone bright on his milky white skin, and his bright pastel blue shirt and black ripped jeans made my stomach hurt.

He's kinda cu- I started thinking.

Don't you dare finish that sentence.

I cleared my throat and leaned against the doorframe casually, crossing my arms over my chest.

He looked down at my outfit and grinned wider, if possible. "Hey! We kinda match! That's cool!" He looked up to meet my narrowed eyes and his smile got a little smaller.

"Is this a bad time?"

"Why are you here?" I asked, ignoring his question. His cheeryness was disgusting.

"Oh, um. I'm Ph-Phil, your tutor?" He scratched his neck and looked down at his shoes, like he was intimidated by me or something- which is what I was going for. I felt slightly bad that I was being rude to him, but then again, not really.

I still hated him.

"I just...Mrs. Growell said you walk to school alone, so I thought maybe I could walk with you, as I live two doors down."

My eyes widened. I gestured for him to move aside, and he did. I stepped out and looked over to see a huge white house with an expensive looking car parked in the driveway. I turned to stare at him. "That's your house?" I asked, looking up at my small, worn down one.

"Y-yeah," he stuttered. "It's not as big on the inside, trust me."

My eyes went from super-wide to super-judging very quickly.

"So, um, shall we walk then?" He asked a moment later, swallowing uncomfortably.

I glared at him, but I thought maybe company would be nice for a change.

Okay, okay.

I was actually thinking I could maybe ditch him in an alley and wouldn't have to be tutored that day.

"Fine," I muttered. I turned to give Adrian a hug, then shut the door. Adrian was homeschooled because my dad babied him, on account of his dyslexia. Dad had always been fond of Adrian, while I was just the older son with no life, always available for babysitting.

I climbed down the porch stairs and started down the sidewalk, leaving Phil to walk alone behind me. We only lived about five blocks from the high school, thank god. I couldn't stand being with him for more than ten minutes.

I'm a pretty fast walker, but he caught up to me quicker than I thought he would.

"So," he began annoyingly. "How long have you lived here?"

I glared at him but muttered, "a few months."

He ignored my intimidating stare and replied, "really? You seem to know your way around pretty well."

"Cuz I'm not an idiot. This town is super small, you know."

He shrugged, fixing his eyes on the ground. "Yeah, I guess," he said quietly.

Then silence fell. Not the silence I had hoped for, but an uncomfortable one that left me thinking frantically of something to say.

I glanced over at him. His eyes were filled with sadness, his head was tilted down in shame, and the small corners of his cute pink lips were turned depressingly down.

I looked away, wondering if he saw me staring at him. I stopped walking, and he stopped gratefully along with me, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"You know," I said softly, "the name Philip actually means friend."

He turned to look at me, gripping the straps of his blue, decorated backpack. "How do you know that?" he asked with a questioning look.

"I used to have a crush on someone named Phil in second grade," I answered, starting to walk again, way slower this time. "So I looked up the definition."

"Oh," he replied, scratching his head. Then added, "were they a boy?"

"Don't act surprised," I answered. "You probably have known me as the 'gay kid.'"

He shook his head, furrowing his brows. "Actually, no, I haven't."

"Oh. Well, I am."

"Oh," he answered.

Then we walked the rest of the way to school in silence.

But not an uncomfortable one.

No...

A friendly one.