{Hey guys! How are you all? Sorry I haven't updated lately, just been upset. Thank you for being so patient for the updates! I know how it feels, waiting for so long for the author to update and they don't days later. It's a pain in the bum! Haha! I'll have to make up for it for sure! But I've just been upset because of all this rubbish about Phillip. He's been receiving loads of hate lately and I'm not sure why. He's such a lovely boy and he really doesn't deserve it. He does so much to make us happy and no body acts grateful. Sure, he can't answer all the DMs he gets on Instagram or follow all of you, but at least he takes selfies and stuff. I just want to get to know him, honestly. Me and my friend were chatting about it. We fantasize quite a bit☺️ I love you guys and thank you for reading!🎀❤️}
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Sidenote~ Sorry if I keep having the beginning part of Violet waking up. I'm not so sure how to finish the chapters or begin them. Haha. I apologize❤️
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Enjoy the long updateee🎀😘💕
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I awoke to the sound of chirping birds outside, rolling around, trying to fall back asleep. Not being able to, I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom, getting dressed out of my pajamas. After changing and using the toilet, I walked out to the kitchen, the sweet smell of pancakes and bacon filling my lungs. My mum was at the stove, cooking the meal while my dad was sitting at the table, reading his morning newspaper. I walked over to the table, joining him and patiently waited for my breakfast.
My mum walked over with the pan, placing a pancake on my plate, the heated steam rising off it, blowing in my face. I reached for the syrup, as my mum added a few pieces of bacon on my plate, pouring the syrup all over the pancakes, drowning them in the sticky liquid. I quickly ate the meal, and wiping my face off before going to get ready for school. I went to the bathroom, stripped off and hopped in the shower. I scrubbed my hair with shampoo and conditioner, rinsing it off and shaving my legs, making them slick and soft. After my shower, I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my small figure. I walked to my bedroom, and out on a casual outfit, and went back to bathroom, to put on my makeup. I had to wipe away the fog on the mirror, so I could see what I was doing. I grabbed my mascara and twisted open the cap, dragging the brush across my blonde lashes, making them a dark black. After that, I put on some foundation, covering up my flaws. I finished with all of my makeup, and walked out in the hallway, the sweet smell of pancakes and bacon filled my lungs. I turned around the corner, meeting my mum in the kitchen, cooking the meal, and my dad sitting at the table, reading his morning newspaper. I walked over to the table, joining my dad as he flicked the pages back and fourth, the crinkling sound playing in my ears. I sat eagerly as my mum brought over the pan, placing a pancake on my plate, the hot steam rising off it and blowing in my face.
I grabbed the syrup as my mum added a few pieces of bacon on my plate. I poured the syrup on the pancakes, having them drown in the sticky liquid.
I quickly scarfed down my meal and put my plate in the sink and hurried to my room, grabbing my Doc Martens and slipped them on my small feet. I grabbed my backpack, slipped it on my shoulder and went back out to the kitchen. My mum and dad were eating now, so I yelled a quick goodbye and went out the door. The wind was blowing a bit, so I pulled my jacket closer to my body, trying to keep warm. I eventually ended up being able to make it to school without having something horrible or unexpected happen. Like when Phillip came and smashed me up against the wall. That was weird. I walked up the steps to my school and opened up the doors, not seeing any familiar faces. Oh yeah, that's because I don't have any friends. Making my way to my locker, I stopped to get a drink. As I looked up, I saw him and froze. He was dressed in dark black jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and had a headband on. He continued to walk past, not making eye contact with me once. I wonder why he was being so weird today?
"Hey you must be the new girl?" A squeaky girly voice asked behind me.
"Uh, yeah." I reply, turning around and shrugging my shoulders.
"Do you need someone to hang out with or something?" She asks while giving a fake smile.
"Nope, thank you though." I answer flatly.
"Look, Phillip is not a good person, so just stay away from him, because he can easily break that innocent little heart of yours." She said harshly.
"I don't want anything to do with him. Besides, what makes you think I'm so innocent?" I curiously ask.
"Well, I guess I don't know. But I'm warning you! Just look out for him. He's not what you think." She said, walking away.
"If you say so." I mumbled to myself. I closed my locker right as the bell rang, walking towards my first class, with Phillip. I walked into the classroom, getting the usual stares, and then it saw Phillip. He had his head in his hands, and his elbows resting against the table. I walked towards him and took a seat beside him. He didn't react at all. What's wrong with him?
"Hey Phillip, what's wrong? You seem upset." I asked confused.
"Nothing, nothing..." He drifted off, while lifting his head, making eye contact. I gasped at his features, he had big dark circles and bags under his eyes like he's lost sleep. Maybe he went to a party or something? I'm not sure but he looked out of it today.
"You're sure? You look a bit...out of it?" I say.
"Violet, I promise you I'm fine, now quit staring and get back to paying attention, or I'll take that as an invitation that you want me." He smirks and winks at me.
I look back at the teacher and she walks up to the front of the classroom, looking like she was about to give a speech. Turns out my guess was right.
"Okay class, attention! I have a new project for you guys. It is basically a 'get to know one another' project. It's pretty simple and straight forward. I'm sure you guys can get a proper grade. You will be partnered up with who you are sitting with." She says, taking a breath as she finished her speech.
My eyes went wide as she said we'd be partnered up with the person we were sitting with. I hope we don't have this as a home project. Just as if she could read my mind she spoke again.
"Oh and this will be a home project. You are unable to work on this project here."
The whole class huffed and groaned and I froze. I was not having Phillip over my house, and I most definitely am not going to his house either. I looked at Phillip and a smirk was plastered on his face. I wonder what was going through that head of his. He turned to look at me and the smirk seemed to get bigger the more he looked at me. I was getting a bit creeped out. I jumped when all of a sudden the bell rang, signaling us for our next class. I grabbed my backpack, and when I bent over, I saw Phillip in the corner of my eye. I looked up and stood up, throwing the backpack over my shoulder.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing, just thinking."
"Well, who's house are we going to work on the project at?"
"Mine." He states almost instantly.
"Well okay, see you tonight then?" I shrug.
"Yep. Don't you need my address don't you? Well actually, I can pick you up. What's yours?" He says.
"It's just down the road, the first house on the right. It's the grey one with a black SUV in the driveway." I explain, trying to tell him the address.
"Okay, see you later." He says, walking away waving.
I wave back and start heading home,
just thinking about random stuff before I actually made it up to the driveway. I pull out the keys, and unlock the front door, kicking it open and throwing my backpack at the wall. My mum and dad aren't here, yet again, and I have to decide what I'm gonna wear for Phillips house. I don't wanna look like trash, but I don't wanna look like I wanna show off for him or anything. So, I open up the closet doors in my bedroom and search for something comfy to wear. After searching for a little while, I find a cute sweatshirt that used to be my brothers before he moved out for the military. Quickly, I threw it over my head and pulled my hair out of the sweatshirt, having it cascade down my back. I look in the mirror in the bathroom, and my eye makeup looks okay, and so does my outfit. I don't look too dressy or too trashy. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He must be here already.
I run down the hall and come out to the kitchen, arriving to the front door. I quickly peek through the peep hole and see none than the other Phillip. I open the door and see him in the same outfit as he was wearing for school. He smiles and moves out of the way so I can step outside and close the door behind me. I grab my keys and lock the door, and walk with Phillip to his car. We open the doors and sit down. He starts the car and backs out of the driveway, making his way to his house. The drive was pretty silent the whole way there with the exception of the radio quietly playing in the background.
Soon enough we pulled up and we were now parked into his driveway. As I looked over, a devilish smirk was on Phillips face, and I soon started to regret wanting to go to his house for the project. I clicked the buckle off, and he unlocked the door, allowing myself to get out. I had no idea what to expect. Now it seemed like he had all the control because we are at his house and I'm not sure if he has anyone over or if we are all by ourselves. We both walked up to his front door and we stood there as he grabbed his keys, and unlocked the door. He pushed it open with his freakishly large hands, and stepped inside. I followed behind him, closing the door on the way. I'm assuming we stepped into his room, because it just looked like a normal teenage boys room. Except the fact it had loads of posters of what looked like a boy band? He had a standee of a boy who looked quite a lot like him near his bed, and random posters and a few jerseys plastered on the wall. It was a different kind of teenage boys room, but I liked it. Phillip cleared his throat and he was sat down on his bed. He must've saw my staring at his many posters, because he looked a bit shy. Why was he so shy about having a room full of what he loved?
"Who exactly are these boys?" I ponder, looking at the posters near his bed.
"Um, they are One Direction. You don't know who they are do you?"
He asked sounding in disbelief.
"Nope. Why have you got them all over your walls, and why does this one look like you?" I ask, curiosity taking over me.
"Well, they are quite important to me, and his name is Harry. I'm his look alike!" He says merrily.
I look at him and he is standing beside the standee, looking almost the same as the young boy.
"Wow, that's quite cool." I say smiling.
"Really?" He shrieks, making me giggle.
"Yes, I love look alikes. They fascinate me. It's stupid I know." I say, looking at the ground.
I see a pair of feet in my vision at the floor, and I look up, meeting a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes.
"It's not stupid." He whispers.
I look back at the floor, but am only met with blue eyes when a finger picks my head up from my chin.