Working Class (Phan)

Chapter Two

I had spent my days with Phil the last two weeks, we spent our talking as I followed Phil around the house. He cleaned and I leaned back and watched, in all honesty it made me feel slightly gulity. We had fun though, it turns out we like mostly the same things; Muse, video games, Mario, and tons of other things.

Someone, who I guessed was Phil, knocked on the door and I groaned out. He took that as a greeting and made his way in the room, tray with our breakfast in hand. I had almost forgotten, it was his first day as my personal assistant. I had talked with my parents and they agreed, so now he had no regular chores, just to "assist" me. He wobbled over to the bed and placed the tray on my bedside table.

"Dan? You up?" Phil whispered, tapping my shoulder. I ignored him. "Dan. Dan. Dan. Dan. Dan."

"Fuck off," I mumbled into my pillow. I was awoken finally by Phil ripping off my covers and pulling the pillow from over my head.

"Rise and shine motherfucker! It's a brand new day! Are you gonna stay in bed like a wuss?" Phil shouted at me between his fits of laughter. As much as I tried to stay grumpy, I couldn't help but giggle at him. He smiled back at me and his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he laughed.

He sat down on the bed with me and we ate our eggs and bacon quickly, almost no conversation inbetween mouthfuls. After we finished up, Phil piled up the plates and set them back down on the tray.

"I'll be right back, eh? Change your boxers and preen a bit now alright?" Phil teased, glancing back at me over his shoulder and giving me a joking yet cheeky wink. I laughed half heartedly but felt my face heat up a little.

I changed my boxers as he requested me to do while he was out and straightened my wild bed head. By the time I had finished those two tasks Phil was back in my room, flipping through my hung up shirts. I snuck up behind him, grabbing his shoulders and shouting boo into his ears. My touch made him jump and yell out. He turned to face me glaring, yet a grin on his face.

"Dan! You're the worst person in the whole world!" He snorted, playfully slapping my arm. I pretended to pout, rubbing my "wound" and sniffling. "Aww now that didn't even hurt you jerk!" He chuckled.

I leaned in and pecked him on the lips, hoping he would be okay with it. We had kissed that first morning, and a few times after. One night I asked him about our status and all he had replied with is: You're my best friend, and we can be more. What did he mean by that exactly, I wasn't sure. I was sure that I would take his lips to my advantage though.

He blushed and wrapped his arms around my neck, swinging back and forth with me. I laughed and swatted him away, turning my attention back to the closet. We then picked out a black YEEZUS shirt for me, and a dark blue and black plaid flannel for Phil to borrow. Along my ever present black skinny jeans and slightly looser ones for Phil. After adding a few finishing touches and messing with my hair a bit more, I looked at my final product in the mirror and smiled. Me and Phil looked pretty good.

"You look ace! Suit that flannel much better than I ever did." I muttered to Phil, flashing him a smile as I turned to walk out of the bathroom back into my bedroom. I caught him blush out of the corner of me eye, biting down on his lip as if he was cursing his body for betraying him like that. It made me snicker but what I had said was true, he had it buttoned down three buttons and it made him look almost irresistible.

"We've got to get out at 10 okay? So about 30 minutes." Phil said as he laid back on my bed, staring at the ceiling and blowing at his fringe trying to move it from over his eyes.

"Sounds good, yeah." I said under my breath, settling down on the piano bench and positioning myself to play. I flipped through my mental library of songs I knew, and settled on something simple from the Final Fantasy VII soundtrack. I placed my fingers on the keys and started to play. I wasn't good at much, but piano was something I had self taught and I took a ton of pride in. I closed my eyes and let my fingers lead, the melody filling my mind. I wanted to turn and see Phil's face, as he had never heard me play before nor did he know I could, but my own peaceful state kept me from doing it.