Sighs and Fire (Phan AU) (INCOMPLETE)

(1.8)

My mum refused to let me get home by myself, despite the amount of times I had told her that Phil would accompany me until I got to the front door. And even worse, how dare I suggest I sleep over on a school night? 

So she went out her way to pick me up, suitably impressed by the fact Phil lived alone and in a nice place too. Phil smiled proudly and told her he worked enough to pay his own rent and bills and even tax, like he knew exactly what to say to impress my mother. She mumbled something along the lines of 'very sensible young man' and gave me the 'I approve' look to me and even brushed off the fact Phil was a little older than I was when I finally confessed about it later. 

In the car she wouldn't stop talking about what a 'lovely gentleman' Phil was and how she could see what he felt for me 'in his eyes'. The entire time she gushed and all I could do was sit in my seat and blush, my heart flipping over every time she said his name. I wasn't able to muster anything intelligent or any words at all, and I couldn't believe I had been surrendered useless by Phil who wasn't even around. 

My mum parked the car outside the house and turned off the engine, undoing her seatbelt and turning to me. 

"I already know what you're going to say to me," I told her, wanting to avoid this conversation. "I've already heard it a thousand times." 

"I know, but I just want to remind you one more time." 

"I still don't need to hear it." 

"Dan-" 

"But this isn't about you. I know." 

She flinches. My words hurt. I can't work out why. 

My mind switches off and wanders off elsewhere as she starts to tell me the same the story again anyway. It’s almost a word-by-word recital, and it's no wonder as I try and remember all the different people she's told: other family, friends at parties, shop assistants and strangers on the street... I couldn't understand why she'd want to spread her heartache around like that. 

Her voice turns to hollow mumbles that blur together and vibrate at the back of my head so I can't really hear her anymore. But the words I've been wanting to avoid still ring through my ears loud and clear. 

Some people aren't meant to be together forever. Their love is only meant to be temporary, when they need it. Just like your father and I.

"Phil and I aren't going to be like you and Dad!" 

I sound more like I've snapped instead of trying to be convincing. My tone has turned nasty rather than the strong, confident voice I wanted. It shuts her up though and she stiffens, staring straight ahead out of the window, one hand on the steering wheel. 

I've created an awkward tension in the air.

Well she should've listened to me.

"I'll be indoors." I tell her. 

She nods (just the once, I noticed), not saying anything.

I go inside, and ignore Adrian who's watching TV in the living room go into the kitchen, grabbing a drink and then jogging up the up the stairs.

Going to my room, I pretend the feeling of guilt isn't there and pull my phone out my pocket, sending a text to Phil to tell him I'm home. 

Good :) x he texts back, and my heart is already aching for him to be there next to me again.

I hear the front door open and my mother sigh, I carefully get up and quietly close my door, wanting to shut her out. I decide to call Phil, wanting him to take my mind of things.