Unlikely Savior

Unlikely Savior- Chapter 17

A/N:

I feel like I'm never going to finish this story. Like there's still a lot that's supposed to go on but I keep finding myself feeling so lazy. I have no motivation what so ever and I feel if I write the chapter unwillingly, it'll come out badly. But, I can't just not write for you guys so here's chapter seventeen of Unlikely Savior!

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*Phil's POV* (YEAH IK THERE'S BEEN A LOT OF HIS POV'S LATELY. SORRY.)

Monday came around and I woke up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of pans clattering downstairs. I groaned and stretched across the bed, letting out an immensely loud yawn. I took in a few breaths and got up to see where the smell was coming from.

As I dragged myself down the stairs I rubbed my head as an attempt to get rid of the grogginess. As I got to the kitchen I found my mom struggling to flip an overcooked pancake. I snorted and she dropped her pan onto the stove and turned to me with a shocked expression.

“What are you doing home?” I muttered, still extremely tired as I messed up my hair and observed the mess she’d made. “I decided to cook you some breakfast,” she smiled before turning back around and blowing some of the smoke that was emitting from the pan. “Doesn’t look like it’s going to be an edible breakfast,” I shook my head and headed to the dining table.  

“What about work?” I called to her, “Shouldn’t you have been gone about an hour ago?” I waited for some kind of remark but nothing came back, only silence. I groaned and got up, dragging my feet back to the kitchen to find her trying to get rid of a small fire that had started on the pan.

I dashed over to her and shooed her out of the way before getting some water and pouring it over the burnt pancake, now just a tiny crisp. “Mom, go to work,” I muttered as I turned the stove off and began to scrub the pan in the sink, “You’re already late and we need the money.”

She sighed before nodding and heading over to me, wrapping me tightly in her arms. I tensed up a bit as I was still not used to this behavior change of hers and got caught off guard any time she showed the slightest bit of affection. I hesitantly hugged her back before pushing her back and shoving her out of the kitchen.

I watched as she slipped on her shoes and turned to me with a smile on her face. “Thank you sweetie, I love you,” she waved before dashing out the door, grabbing her phone and keys as she exited. I sighed and left the pan in the sink before taking out a cloth and wiping up the counters. I threw the cloth out before taking the mop and swiping up the tiled floor. This wasn’t how I wanted to spend my Monday morning but it was better than spending it sitting in awkward silence as my mom sat across from me.

Once I got the kitchen cleaned up I simply poured myself a bowl of cereal like every morning and ate in peace. As I finished up the bowl I glanced at the clock hanging above the refrigerator to realize I was running late.

Quickly, I placed the bowl into sink and dashed upstairs, surfing through my drawers and deciding on a simple oversized hoodie and some skinny jeans. I rushed into the bathroom once I threw on the clothing and plugged in the iron, gently rushing it through my hair a few times.

I shoved the iron back under the sink, not bothering to wait until it cooled up and began to hurriedly brush my teeth. Once I assumed my mouth was clean enough so it wouldn’t smell when I talked I ran downstairs, almost tumbling down after slipping on a step. I slipped on my shoes urgently and grabbed my bag with my keys, phone, and wallet and rushed out the door.

As I began to walk down the street I checked my phone and realized that my first period class was already starting. I decided that I might as well take my time getting to the school if I was already this late; it wouldn’t make a difference if I was even later.