The Fag Swag [boyxboy]

The Fag Swag {34} END

                “Phil? Phil!” I called in annoyance.

                “What?” Phil mumbled sleepily, coming out and falling down on the couch.

                “You drank my Arnold Palmer, didn’t you?” I asked suspiciously.

                “Yes, yes I did. Problem?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

                I sighed and grabbed a water bottle. I pouted at Phil and went over to the couch, sitting in his lap. I turned on my iPod and Paradise Fears’s cover of “The Fighter” came on. I rested my head on Phil’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

                There was a knock on the door and I got up and pulled it open. Molly and Angel came into the room and Molly smiled at me.

                “Hey you,” she greeted, ruffling my hair. I whined and swatter her hands away.

                She and Angel had been on and off for a little, but they were good now. They say down together in a chair near the couch. I went back into Phil’s lap and he wrapped his arms around me.

                “So are you guys ready for the concert tonight?” Molly asked in excitement and Phil and I nodded happily.

                Phil and I went to the same college. We were 21 now, and living in an apartment together that was about 15 minutes away from our college.

                I turned and kissed Phil deeply. His mom had continued abusing him horribly until we had gone away for college. He tried hard to keep in touch with her, but she always blew him off. Still, Phil Brooks remained loyal and loving towards his mom.

                My own mother had bawled like a baby when I left for college. She was still her crazy self, but I did love her and my dad.

                I kissed Phil again and smiled at him, loving him. I had a feeling Phil and I would get married once we were out of college. We were so in love, and our sex life was incredible.

                “Phil, I love you,” I whispered.

                “Nick, I love you more,” he said and kissed me.

                Phil still had his mood swings, but I was used to them by now. They didn’t bother me anymore, and I could usually see them coming.

                I curled against Phil, beyond grateful to be with him. We shared another kiss and I smiled lovingly at him.

                “I told you you’d thank me,” Molly said with a wink.

                And in the end, she was right.

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A.N.- Woo for a short, terrible ending! :D Haha, thank you all so much for reading/voting/commenting this story! I love all you guys :3 Did you like the story? :D 

If you want, you could read my story "Let The Games Begin" ;3 or if you loved Nick and haven't already, check out Snake Eyes! (He's in that story) 

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