my christmas wish | ✓

December 18th, 2016

"Tomorrow." I said.

"Tomorrow?" Phil asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Tomorrow." I nodded.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, man."

"Hm." He thought for a moment. "Tomorrow?"

"Ugh, Phil." I groaned, slapping my hand on my forehead. "What does it matter? You aren't cooking with us anyways."

He scoffed. "Of course I am. I'm the only chance you'll ever end up with Tyler."

I blushed and huffed. "No, you're not."

Phil smirked and flipped his imaginary long hair over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow."

"No."

"Bye!" He said, walking out of my room. Then he popped his head back into he doorframe. "Tomorrow right?"

"Phil, go away! Close my door, you turd!" I said, throwing my pencil at him from doing my homework that we had to do over the long break.

"Okay, okay! Goodness!" He said, rolling his eyes and walking away.

Not even a minute later I got a text.

Phil: Tomorrow?

I sprang from my desk and walked out of my room and stomping down the stairs to find Phil lounging on the couch.

"Stop!" I said, slapping him.

"Owie!" He whined, defending himself somewhat. "Mom, Laura is abusing me!"

"Laura stop hurting your brother."

I stared toward the kitchen in shock. "Mom!"

I glared to Phil who stuck his tongue out at me.

"How old are you again?" I asked.