Phil's Kid

Ch-14-Bedwars-?

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Me and Jamie enjoyed the Minecraft manhunt video. But the tricks the runner used were defiantly too advanced for us.

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"I'm home!" I yelled when I opened the door. I never really got tired of calling this place my home. "Hey welcome back!" Phil said walking out of the office. "Perfect timing actually, I just got done and am going to hang out with some friends, want to join?" Phil asked me. "What friends?" I asked nervously. "The ones you meet last time." Phil said.

Uh oh, I was kind of worried about that. "You haven't talked to them since, right? Want to say hi?" "N-not really." I admitted. "That's ok too. Actually, I might have a plan."

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"Hey, guys I'm here." Phil said getting into the seat next to his computer. "Ready to play bed wars and lose?!" Shouted Tommy. Phil looked at me sitting in his chair. "Tommy, today will be interesting."

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"Whooo!" Me and Tubbo are on the same team!" Shouted Tommy. "Yay!" Said who I assumed was Tubbo. "Who am I with?" Asked Phil as I walked his character backward to get some iron. "Your favorite son." Wilbur said confidently. "Debatable." Phil ruffles my hair almost causing me to chuckle out loud.

"That means Techno's by himself!" Tommy shouted. "Actually I'm with a teammate." Then something pops up on chat saying "blue's bed was destroyed by red". "Nooo, not blueee." Wilbur winded. "Blood for the Blood God." Techno said.

"That's your teammate?!" Wilbur asked. "Hey Techno, trade with me." Tommy said. "Hey!" Tubbo said disagreeing. "No thanks, I'm good." Techno said.

I started making my way to blue's base. "Guess we're heading to blue." Phil said. There were two blue played and one red. One blue player died, so decided to go kill the other and steak the kill. "Phil noooo!" Wilbur wind. "Why did you kill blueee?" "They were going to die anyway." Phil said.

I killed the red play on blues base then took all of blue's iron and gold and started to head back to green base. That was before I got shot off. "That what you get." Techno said. I slam my hands on the desk frustrated with him. I'll kill him next.

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"Green team won" flashed on the screen. "Good job." Phil said to me. "Thanks." Wilbur said thinking Phil was talking to him. "You did good too, but since when were you this good at bed wars?" "Hey, I killed Techno for you!" Tommy shouted. "No, I shot him." Tubbo said. "Well, it's not like I fell off the bridge on my own or anything." Techno admitted. "See? I scared the pig away!" Tommy yelled too confident.

I heard a snap from behind me. I turned around to see Kristen with her phone up. "Well aren't you two cute." She said showing a picture when Phil was teaching me how to play and pointing at the computer screen, another where I won the game. And the most recent picture with Phil ruffling my hair. I looked up at Phil and he sheepishly smiled taking his hand on my head.

"Is that Kristen?!" Tommy yelled. "Hi, momza!" Wilbur said. "Hi, Kristen." Tubbo said. "Hello." Techno said. I looked at her a bit confused. She chuckled nervously and sat in a wood chair next to me. "Hey boys."

"Why did you say "you two look so cute" is someone else there?" Tubbo asked. "You didn't know?" Kristen asked. "Wow, good job." She paid me on the shoulder. Phil stood up, clicked something on his computer, and went over to Kristen whispering in her ear. "I didn't tell them about Alex yet." "Oh, why not? If it's just them four I'm sure they'll be fine." "But Tommys here too." "Well, you can just ask them not to say anything?" "It's Tommy."

"Well do you want them to know?" "Alex has met them once before, but not Tubbo." "What are you guys talking about?" I asked confused.

"Well, my friends here." Phil said restoring to his computer. "They don't really know about you, or that we have a kid at all." "Oh." I said.

Phil and Kristen continued to talk while I zoomed out thinking about what he'll end with Jamie and Hanna.

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When we left the frozen yogurt place it was Jamie's time to shine and interrogate.

When the boys left Jamie pushed Hanna up against a wall, I was standing behind Jamie. "I have a serious question." Hanna gulped. "What?" "Do you like Richard or Noah?" "W-what?" Hanna asked turning red.

"You've liked Richard for a while now, it's obvious. But after what he said today I'm not sure how you feel. On the other hand, Noah is a new guy, you think he's cute, but he's too new and you might still like Richard." Jamie glared at Hanna. "And don't lie to me, if you don't know you might end up ruining their friendship, again." Jamie said angry and mumbled the last part quietly.

"So make up your dam mind." Jamie punched the wall next to Hanna making her hand red. "Hey, Jamie..." I said placing a hand on her shoulder. "What?" She snapped her head glaring at me making me cower in fear.

Her eyes instantly softened when she saw me. "Your right, I should give her time to think." She stepped away from Hanna. "And hopefully she won't mess up again." Janie gave one more glare at Hanna before walking away. I looked back at Hanna. "Sorry." I said then ran to catch up with Jamie.

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I wonder what could have happened with Jamie and Hanna. that Jamie is still upset about. Jamie said they were best friends, but also said she preferred me more, and not just cause we're both LGBT.

"Hey, Alex?" Kristen asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah?" Do you mind waiting in the living room while me and Phil talk to his friends?" She asked. "Sure." I said getting up and leaving the chair.

Just as I was about to close the door I spared a glance at Phil just in time to see him click something, which caused the voices of the others to bounce around the room. I closed the door. Gosh, why are they so loud now? Just cause we couldn't hear them earlier?

I sat on the couch and plugged in some earbuds watching another Minecraft manhunt.

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"Alex." Kristen tapped my shoulder. "Hm?" I asked taking out an earbud. "Phil wants you to officially meet his friends, as our kid." She smiled at me. "Y-your kid?" I asked still shocked they referred to me as their kid. "Yeah, do you want to meet them?" "S-sure."

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