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Phillip Kopus: Old Friend, Older Flame

WARNING: LANGUAGE

You just got home after a long day at work to find noises coming from the bedroom. Some one was in your house. You stop short in the kitchen and look down into your bedroom to find a tall, dark haired, rather beefy man zipping his jeans and drying his hair. Grabbing a gun from under your cabinet, you take off to safety to catch his attention.

who the fuck are you?! You shriek, waving your little pistol are him. He jumps only for a second before he starts laughing. Uncontrollably.

better question. What the fuck is that? A pea shooter? You think thats dangerous? He laughs harder looking at the tiny gun.

answer me. You growl, his features were familiar. Something about him was warm and strong.

Marie told me this house was empty. Marie. Marie. What did he have with Marie? Phillip. Holy shit. Phillip Kopus.

He looks at you, watching the whole conversation in your head drawn out by facial expressions.

holy shit! You toss the gun aside, sprinting to him and flinging yourself around him.

I missed you too little bird. He laughs, hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead. But tell me something. Whos pants are these? He holds up a pair of dark jeans, clearly mens jeans.

You know what? I dont have to explain myself to you! You bark kicking your feet to be put down. He holds you tighter.

you want down? Ya know, I kinda like you so close to me. He smiles, nuzzling your nose with his own. Cue Hartford walking in, seeing the display before him and his body growing shakily.

who the fuck is he? He shouts, pulling his gun from the waistband of his jeans. His Glock was dangerous, a monster compared to your pea shooter for protection. Phillip drops you gently to the floor and steps in front of you.

Im Phillip Kopus. Who do you think you are? He growls.

None of your business; get out of my house.

Hun, no. He was just showering. Cant he stay on the couch? You ask, eyes pleading him.

why? He asks, confused.

No, doll, I just came for a shower. Dont you worry. Phillips fine. He assures, tapping the end of your nose.

But Phillip– he walks out and you follow.

You have a boyfriend? He asks.

A fiancé You mutter, looking at your bare feet in the dirt.

What? Dont. Dont you ever try that shit again. You wanted me, an ex, to stay with you? And your fiance? Like some kind of fucked up third wheel? Man, youre crazy. He grabs you for a hug before hopping into his truck and leaving.