Friends...Or More?

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We were together. And the best part: Nobody was going to stop us from being together... well except my parents.

I reached for the mini marshmallows at the top of the kitchen cabinet as Phil hugged me round my waist. I must have poured far too many in though as Phil started sarcastically complaining about how much of a sugar rush he would get. Then again, I was distracted by my boyfriend so its not my fault I cannot control the amount of marshmallows that go into his mug.

As Phil started joking about how I am 'not a very good kisser' my mum walked back into the kitchen (she went out after Phil came in earlier).

"Boys. What have you been doing? Jan has been waiting ages for her darjeeling!"

I had no idea what to say in response so I said:

"There was a...mouse...in...in the fridge eating the cheese. I asked Phil if he could get it so he opened the door and it ran out. We were just joking about how he has such bad looks that the mouse must've been grossed out and scared at the same time." S**t I really am a terrible liar.

"Hmm... well if you say so. At least its gone now, however when I got the cranberry sauce out of the fridge earlier there wasn't a mouse... or cheese" Mum replied giving me one of her looks.

I saw mum walking towards the fridge. 'S**t' I thought to myself.

"It probably went in as you got the sauce out mum. And Phil had bought a cheese wheel over so I put it in the fridge." I retorted, attempting for my big fat lie to sound even a snitch realistic.

"Yes, you're probably right Dan. I saw Mr Lester with a large shopping bag that had a tin in it. Oh, who's hot chocolate is that?" Mum pointed to the beverage steaming on the work surface.

"Its mine Mrs Howell." Phil replied quickly.

"Lots of marshmallows...make sure you still have plenty of space left for dinner Phil!" Mum called as she went out the room.

"Don't worry Mrs Howell! I have hollow legs!" Phil yelled as she walked out the room.

When mum was gone we closed the door and began kissing again. Phil's lips are so soft and very kissable, not chapped like so many people - I swear he uses lip balm because he tastes of cherries. But anyway, he kisses you with so much passion and he means for you to enjoy the kiss and not take it as like a peck on the lips or anything. He wants you to love him as much he loves you. And I do love him. So much.

Then I remembered that Kayleigh's boyfriend is still over. I broke the kiss and explained to Phil about the fact that Kayleigh and her s***ty boyfriend who treats her like crap were still upstairs and so we went out the kitchen, leaving the hot chocolate on the counter.

Phil and I walked together down the hall and up the stairs talking about crazy memories like the time I smothered him in shaving foam and when he burst my favourite bean bag.

When we reached Kayleigh's bedroom door both me and Phil can immediately hear kissing noises. That ar**hole of a boyfriend was probably cheating on her again and so making it up by grinding his hips against my sister.

"They're probably having sex in there you know." Phil whispered.

"You can read my mind," I answered, "Kayleigh is 16 though, legally she is allowed to."

"True." Phil said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"You know Phil.. maybe we could have sex one day."

"Hopefully sooner than later." He smiled at me and gave me a French kiss again, putting his hands on my hips and beginning to undo my belt.

I retracted from the kiss.