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2.) Can You Save Us!?
Later that night, after Rick and Phil ate, Rick let Phil be alone by himself in his room. Phil didn't know what to do, I mean he knows all this demonic stuff now so...what was he suppossed to do? How will his life change-if it changes it all? What will happen next? Only time would tell for Rick and Phil both. Rick was in the living room, watching TV, wondering what Phil was doing, while Phil was sitting on the guest bed, wondering what to do. Phil had no idea how he was gonna explain to his parents, and maybe even his sister, of what's going on. Why he's not at the house, if they come back early, and why he's staying with Rick. He could go with the new-friend-I-met-while-you-guys-were-gone story...but then again, his parents weren't that thick...they may see right through it!
Phil got to his feet, checking his cell-phone that was gripped a little too tightly in his right palm. He slid the screen up, and the light flicked on. He looked at the phone's screen, telling him it was three in the morning. Phil then closed the phone, turned it off, that way he could save the battery life util he got his charger back, and put it by the night-stand by the bed. Phil then went to the living room, checking to see if Rick was still there...he wasn't. Rick went into the kitchen, checked to see if the bathroom door was closed, but no sign of Rick. Finally Rick emerged from the back room in the hall in nothing but his pajama pants.
"Hey," Phil said, clearing Rick's way towards the kitchen.
"Hey," Rick rubbed his eyes, and grabbed a glass of water. Rick then swigged it down, and put the glass in the sink. "You tired?"
"Yeah, I was gonna tell you I was off to bed." Rick nodded, and just as Phil turned back to the guest room, Rick stopped him.
"Hey...tomorrow were going back to your house in the day time. Were gonna get you some clothes that are of yours, and whatever else you need." Phil turned and looked at Rick.
"Uhh...thanks," Phil said, and Rick took his hand off Phil's shoulder. Phil walked back to the guest room, and shut the door behind him just as Rick passed the guest room. Phil then turned the light off, not caring in sleeping in no pajamas, and fell fast asleep.
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The next day, Phil woke with a start. A loud thump was coming outside his bedroom door, and as Phil sat up and rubbed his eyes, he realized it was Rick's fists banging on his door.
"GET UP!" Rick boomed. "BREAKFAST IN TWENTY!"
Like anyother morning, Phil looked at the clock 9:45 a.m., and scoweled with a groan. He hated getting up before twelve, and the only time he could do so, was the weekends, the summer and winter vacations, and anything else that was a day off from school. But, as always, Phil got to his feet, and poked his head out the door to see Rick's fist about to bang again.
"I'm up, I'm up!" Phil grumbeled, and Rick walked away to let Phil get dressed.
Phil closed the door again, and walked to the closet. He slid the door open, and looked inside. He then realized that this was the girls' closet. Phil looked around, and found the other closet on the other side of the room. Phil closed the closet door, and walked to the other closet that must be the boys' closet. Phil opened the closet to find a vast variety of shirts! They all hung on different colored plastic and metal hangers. There were T-shirts, short sleeved shirts, long sleeved shirts, muscle shirts, polos, dressy shirts, everything in between! Phil looked at the T-shirts, and muscle shirts. He then finalized his pick on a black muscle shirt. Phil closed the closet door, and went to the dresser. One was white, the other brown, and with everything else in the room, everything matched up! Nothing clashed....
Phil went to the brown dresser, seeing the faint lines of a painted over flower on the top of the white dresser. Phil then grabbed a pair of boxers and some jeans, and grabbed a lightweight jacket on the top-shelf. He then threw his new clothes on the bed, and started to strip down. He pulled off his shirt when he realized his phone was by the bed. He glanced over and saw his black and purple phone. Phil then realized his phone had three battery bars left. He went to it and turned it on. While it loaded, he took of his pants and boxers. Phil started to slip into the boxers when Rick's voice filled the air again.
"Hey, if you want to, you can take a shower. It's right across the hall," Rick then walked away, and Phil thought about the shower. Then as Phil glanced at the door, he saw the mirror above the dressers for the first time. Phil then saw how scruffy and dirty he looked. Phil walked closer to the mirror, and saw the bags under his eyes. He was tired...so tired he could go back to sleep for the rest of the week, but he knew he had to go back home to get some things in just a little bit. Phil then slipped the boxers all the way on, and grabbed the rest of his clothes. Phil then poked his head back out of his room door, and saw Rick wasn't there. Phil then walked across the hall into the room Rick informed, glancing back at his room to where the light was on and his phone was by itself.
Phil cursed under his breath, and ran back across the hall. He snatched his phone, and turned back to the bathroom when he saw Rick walked down the hall with a new paper towel roll in his hand. Rick then turned the light off, sighing at the close call, and ran back into the bathroom. Phil then sighed in releif, and closed the door behind him. Phil then locked the door, slid the boxers down off his legs, and turned the hot shower water on. He closed the curtains that way the floor didn't get soaked, and looked at his tired face in the mirror. He noticed that he needed to shave in a day or so, and that he needed the shower bad. Mud smeared across his face, dirt was patchy, and as he looked around his body for any cuts or bruises, he saw a line that trailed down his chest where the Master's finger mysteriously cut his shirt off his body. Phil gasped, and realized it was just a scrape. Nothing too bad and deep to be concerned of.
Phil shrugged it off, and stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot water hitting and soothing his cold, dirty skin. Phil let the heat in, wanting to wrap himself in it, and never let go...but soon time would pass and he'd be kicked out of the shower weather Rick came in and saw Phil naked or not! Phil reached for the soap, and shampoo and lathered his body and hair up! He then rinsed off, and stood in the hot water for a few more minutes before breakfast came. And then two fists knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" Phil said, focusing to hear over the shower's noise.
"Breakfast is ready!" Rick's voice said.
"Okay, thanks, be out in a minute." Phil finished his shower, got out and dried off, got dressed, combed his hair, and went to the kitchen where bacon and egg bagels awaited him.
"Sleep well?" Rick asked.
"Yeah," Phil sat down across the table from Rick and grabbed an bacon and egg bagel from a plate with two of them on it. "Thanks--again!"
"No problem," Rick must have started eating without Phil cause Rick finished his bagel in three bites, and threw his plate in the sink. "Hurry up and eat, we leave to your house soon."
"Okay," Phil watched Rick leave the room, and Phil got back to eating.
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Once Phil finished eating breakfast, he went into the living room to see no Rick. Phil then started off down the hall where he saw the guest room door was open. Phil poked his head inside and saw nothing.
"Rick?" Phil called.
"Back here," Rick's voice called from down the hall.
Phil walked down to the back room, and walked inside. "Alright, I'm all-whoa!" When Phil had entered the room, Rick was in nothing but his boxers. "Sorry...oh god!" Phil stepped out of the room, and heard Rick explode in laughter.
"It's okay," Rick said stepping out into the hall, still in his boxers. "I'm just getting dressed."
"Uh...okay, I'll wait for ya'." Phil turned but Rick's hand was on his shoulder like the night before.
"It's fine, come in and sit on the bed." Phil turned slowly, hesitating that way he didn't cross any lines. "Now, what were you gonna say?"
"Uh...just that I'm ready when y-you are," Phil said, blinking frantically until Rick got into some actual clothes that didn't involve available skin...at least at the moment until Phil got used to Rick wondering around the house almost half naked 24/7!
"Okay, just let me..." Rick grabbed a muscle shirt, ironically like how Phil wore one too, and went to the bathroom. Rick was now wearing pants, so at least Phil didn't have to keep blinking. Rick emerged from the bathroom, still slipping the muscle shirt around his waist, and clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's go!"
Rick and Phil headed out of the house towards the black comet in the driveway of Rick's house. Rick locked up behind him as they left, and clutched the car keys in one hand.
"Nice car," Phil commented.
"Thanks, she's a beauty isn't she?" Rick asked.
"Yeah," Phil hopped in the passenger seat, just as Rick pulled his seatbelt on in the drivers' seat. Then he inserted the key, and the car started.
"Where do ya' live?" Rick asked.
"Just go back to when you found me." Phil said, and Rick did without question.
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Rick was driving along the road and then pulled to a stop where he had found Phil.
"This is it!" Rick said, putting the car in PARK, waiting for Phil to tell him where to drive next.
"Alright," Phil then pointed up the road. "Go that way."
Rick began to drive again, and soon they were at Phil's house.
"This is it," Phil said, and Rick pulled into 7824 Mattahorn Dr.
"Alright," Rick put the car back in PARK, and they both got out. "Do you need help with anything?"
"No thanks, but you can come in if you like," Phil said, plucked a key out from under a fake rock hidden inside a plant tree by the porch. Phil unlocked the door, and walked inside the house, closing the door behind Rick. Phil headed straight to his room with Rick behind him, and started grabbing stuff he knew he needed right off the top of his mind. He grabbed his car keys, and his cell phone charger that was still plugged into the wall from yesterday morning. Then Phil went to his closet and took our a duffle bag and started stuffing clothes from his dresser by his bed into it. It was halfway filled with his shirts, pants, socks, and boxers when he turned around to see his sister.
"Where have you been?!" Ashley asked.
"Uh...I was wi-"
"Not now! There were some creepy men here last night, they were looking for you but I said that you weren't here. I tried to call you but then my phone died. I looked for the house phone but the batteries were dead. So I couldn't call or text you...I almost sent mom and dad a text this morning until I tried to call you and got your voicemail. So I said to myself if you weren't home by this afternoon I was going to mom and then the cops! You're lucky your home." Ashley had one hand on her hip and her attitude cut through Phil like a hot knife through butter.
"Sorry, but not now okay! I'll call mom and dad later to check up on them. Aren't you suppossed to be at college?" Phil asked, forgetting about the creepy guys last night Ashley talked about.
"Yeah, but I came home fogetting about there trip. I'm going back tonight!" Ashley said and took out her phone as it vibrated. "Hold on," She said and read the text someone sent her. "Shoot!"
"What?" Phil asked, stealing a look at Rick who just stood motionless, out of the way.
"My plane has been canceled so they gave me the next flight which is in two hours!" Ashley put her phone away, and looked at Phil. "I'm gonna leave now! So...be careful," Ashley walked up to Phil, and gave him a big hug, squeezing him slightly. She then let him go, kissed his cheek and went down the hall to her room.
"She seems...nice." Rick said, and Phil laughed.
"At times she can be," Phil said, noting Rick had a sense of humor.
"So," Rick said looking down the hallway as Ashley walked from her room to the bathroom with a backpack that had a LapTop popping out of it over her shoulder. "You ready to go?"
"Not yet," Phil said, zipping the bag closed. Phil then went over to his desk, and opened a drawer. He moved a few things around until he finally found what he was looking for. "Got it!"
"Got what?" Rick asked, and Phil turned with a gun in one hand and a pocket knife in the other. "Whoa! Put those away!"
Phil shook his head and put the pocket knife in his pocket, and stuck the gun in his jacket pocket. "Sorry, you can never be too safe these days." Rick smirked and grabbed Phil's bag.
"You waiting for Ashley to leave?" Rick asked in a whisper.
"Yeah, so go put my bag in the car...and I'll be out there in a minute." Phil said, and Rick walked passed him and outside the door, sending a breif waft of cologne in the air. Phil then waited in the kitchen for his sister who emerged from the bathroom three minutes later.
"Hey, you leaving now?" Phil asked.
"Yeah," Ashley hugged Phil, grabbed a bag of Cheez-Its from the shelf above the sink, and walked towards the door. "BYE!" She said over her shoulder, and then she was gone. Five minutes passed with Phil sitting in the kitchen, and finally Phil heard Ashley's car leave. Phil smiled, and walked back out of the house, locking the door as he left. He made sure all the doors were locked, and hopped back into Rick's car.
"Everything okay?" Rick asked.
"Yep, lets go!" Phil didn't notice that Rick was just a stranger, that saved his life last night, and now was staying in his house...Phil saw a friend. A friend at first sight...but what made things different and weird was that...he liked staying at Ricks place. It made him feel more...comfy.
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2.) Can You Save Us!?
Later that night, after Rick and Phil ate, Rick let Phil be alone by himself in his room. Phil didn't know what to do, I mean he knows all this demonic stuff now so...what was he suppossed to do? How will his life change-if it changes it all? What will happen next? Only time would tell for Rick and Phil both. Rick was in the living room, watching TV, wondering what Phil was doing, while Phil was sitting on the guest bed, wondering what to do. Phil had no idea how he was gonna explain to his parents, and maybe even his sister, of what's going on. Why he's not at the house, if they come back early, and why he's staying with Rick. He could go with the new-friend-I-met-while-you-guys-were-gone story...but then again, his parents weren't that thick...they may see right through it!
Phil got to his feet, checking his cell-phone that was gripped a little too tightly in his right palm. He slid the screen up, and the light flicked on. He looked at the phone's screen, telling him it was three in the morning. Phil then closed the phone, turned it off, that way he could save the battery life util he got his charger back, and put it by the night-stand by the bed. Phil then went to the living room, checking to see if Rick was still there...he wasn't. Rick went into the kitchen, checked to see if the bathroom door was closed, but no sign of Rick. Finally Rick emerged from the back room in the hall in nothing but his pajama pants.
"Hey," Phil said, clearing Rick's way towards the kitchen.
"Hey," Rick rubbed his eyes, and grabbed a glass of water. Rick then swigged it down, and put the glass in the sink. "You tired?"
"Yeah, I was gonna tell you I was off to bed." Rick nodded, and just as Phil turned back to the guest room, Rick stopped him.
"Hey...tomorrow were going back to your house in the day time. Were gonna get you some clothes that are of yours, and whatever else you need." Phil turned and looked at Rick.
"Uhh...thanks," Phil said, and Rick took his hand off Phil's shoulder. Phil walked back to the guest room, and shut the door behind him just as Rick passed the guest room. Phil then turned the light off, not caring in sleeping in no pajamas, and fell fast asleep.
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The next day, Phil woke with a start. A loud thump was coming outside his bedroom door, and as Phil sat up and rubbed his eyes, he realized it was Rick's fists banging on his door.
"GET UP!" Rick boomed. "BREAKFAST IN TWENTY!"
Like anyother morning, Phil looked at the clock 9:45 a.m., and scoweled with a groan. He hated getting up before twelve, and the only time he could do so, was the weekends, the summer and winter vacations, and anything else that was a day off from school. But, as always, Phil got to his feet, and poked his head out the door to see Rick's fist about to bang again.
"I'm up, I'm up!" Phil grumbeled, and Rick walked away to let Phil get dressed.
Phil closed the door again, and walked to the closet. He slid the door open, and looked inside. He then realized that this was the girls' closet. Phil looked around, and found the other closet on the other side of the room. Phil closed the closet door, and walked to the other closet that must be the boys' closet. Phil opened the closet to find a vast variety of shirts! They all hung on different colored plastic and metal hangers. There were T-shirts, short sleeved shirts, long sleeved shirts, muscle shirts, polos, dressy shirts, everything in between! Phil looked at the T-shirts, and muscle shirts. He then finalized his pick on a black muscle shirt. Phil closed the closet door, and went to the dresser. One was white, the other brown, and with everything else in the room, everything matched up! Nothing clashed....
Phil went to the brown dresser, seeing the faint lines of a painted over flower on the top of the white dresser. Phil then grabbed a pair of boxers and some jeans, and grabbed a lightweight jacket on the top-shelf. He then threw his new clothes on the bed, and started to strip down. He pulled off his shirt when he realized his phone was by the bed. He glanced over and saw his black and purple phone. Phil then realized his phone had three battery bars left. He went to it and turned it on. While it loaded, he took of his pants and boxers. Phil started to slip into the boxers when Rick's voice filled the air again.
"Hey, if you want to, you can take a shower. It's right across the hall," Rick then walked away, and Phil thought about the shower. Then as Phil glanced at the door, he saw the mirror above the dressers for the first time. Phil then saw how scruffy and dirty he looked. Phil walked closer to the mirror, and saw the bags under his eyes. He was tired...so tired he could go back to sleep for the rest of the week, but he knew he had to go back home to get some things in just a little bit. Phil then slipped the boxers all the way on, and grabbed the rest of his clothes. Phil then poked his head back out of his room door, and saw Rick wasn't there. Phil then walked across the hall into the room Rick informed, glancing back at his room to where the light was on and his phone was by itself.
Phil cursed under his breath, and ran back across the hall. He snatched his phone, and turned back to the bathroom when he saw Rick walked down the hall with a new paper towel roll in his hand. Rick then turned the light off, sighing at the close call, and ran back into the bathroom. Phil then sighed in releif, and closed the door behind him. Phil then locked the door, slid the boxers down off his legs, and turned the hot shower water on. He closed the curtains that way the floor didn't get soaked, and looked at his tired face in the mirror. He noticed that he needed to shave in a day or so, and that he needed the shower bad. Mud smeared across his face, dirt was patchy, and as he looked around his body for any cuts or bruises, he saw a line that trailed down his chest where the Master's finger mysteriously cut his shirt off his body. Phil gasped, and realized it was just a scrape. Nothing too bad and deep to be concerned of.
Phil shrugged it off, and stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot water hitting and soothing his cold, dirty skin. Phil let the heat in, wanting to wrap himself in it, and never let go...but soon time would pass and he'd be kicked out of the shower weather Rick came in and saw Phil naked or not! Phil reached for the soap, and shampoo and lathered his body and hair up! He then rinsed off, and stood in the hot water for a few more minutes before breakfast came. And then two fists knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" Phil said, focusing to hear over the shower's noise.
"Breakfast is ready!" Rick's voice said.
"Okay, thanks, be out in a minute." Phil finished his shower, got out and dried off, got dressed, combed his hair, and went to the kitchen where bacon and egg bagels awaited him.
"Sleep well?" Rick asked.
"Yeah," Phil sat down across the table from Rick and grabbed an bacon and egg bagel from a plate with two of them on it. "Thanks--again!"
"No problem," Rick must have started eating without Phil cause Rick finished his bagel in three bites, and threw his plate in the sink. "Hurry up and eat, we leave to your house soon."
"Okay," Phil watched Rick leave the room, and Phil got back to eating.
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Once Phil finished eating breakfast, he went into the living room to see no Rick. Phil then started off down the hall where he saw the guest room door was open. Phil poked his head inside and saw nothing.
"Rick?" Phil called.
"Back here," Rick's voice called from down the hall.
Phil walked down to the back room, and walked inside. "Alright, I'm all-whoa!" When Phil had entered the room, Rick was in nothing but his boxers. "Sorry...oh god!" Phil stepped out of the room, and heard Rick explode in laughter.
"It's okay," Rick said stepping out into the hall, still in his boxers. "I'm just getting dressed."
"Uh...okay, I'll wait for ya'." Phil turned but Rick's hand was on his shoulder like the night before.
"It's fine, come in and sit on the bed." Phil turned slowly, hesitating that way he didn't cross any lines. "Now, what were you gonna say?"
"Uh...just that I'm ready when y-you are," Phil said, blinking frantically until Rick got into some actual clothes that didn't involve available skin...at least at the moment until Phil got used to Rick wondering around the house almost half naked 24/7!
"Okay, just let me..." Rick grabbed a muscle shirt, ironically like how Phil wore one too, and went to the bathroom. Rick was now wearing pants, so at least Phil didn't have to keep blinking. Rick emerged from the bathroom, still slipping the muscle shirt around his waist, and clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's go!"
Rick and Phil headed out of the house towards the black comet in the driveway of Rick's house. Rick locked up behind him as they left, and clutched the car keys in one hand.
"Nice car," Phil commented.
"Thanks, she's a beauty isn't she?" Rick asked.
"Yeah," Phil hopped in the passenger seat, just as Rick pulled his seatbelt on in the drivers' seat. Then he inserted the key, and the car started.
"Where do ya' live?" Rick asked.
"Just go back to when you found me." Phil said, and Rick did without question.
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Rick was driving along the road and then pulled to a stop where he had found Phil.
"This is it!" Rick said, putting the car in PARK, waiting for Phil to tell him where to drive next.
"Alright," Phil then pointed up the road. "Go that way."
Rick began to drive again, and soon they were at Phil's house.
"This is it," Phil said, and Rick pulled into 7824 Mattahorn Dr.
"Alright," Rick put the car back in PARK, and they both got out. "Do you need help with anything?"
"No thanks, but you can come in if you like," Phil said, plucked a key out from under a fake rock hidden inside a plant tree by the porch. Phil unlocked the door, and walked inside the house, closing the door behind Rick. Phil headed straight to his room with Rick behind him, and started grabbing stuff he knew he needed right off the top of his mind. He grabbed his car keys, and his cell phone charger that was still plugged into the wall from yesterday morning. Then Phil went to his closet and took our a duffle bag and started stuffing clothes from his dresser by his bed into it. It was halfway filled with his shirts, pants, socks, and boxers when he turned around to see his sister.
"Where have you been?!" Ashley asked.
"Uh...I was wi-"
"Not now! There were some creepy men here last night, they were looking for you but I said that you weren't here. I tried to call you but then my phone died. I looked for the house phone but the batteries were dead. So I couldn't call or text you...I almost sent mom and dad a text this morning until I tried to call you and got your voicemail. So I said to myself if you weren't home by this afternoon I was going to mom and then the cops! You're lucky your home." Ashley had one hand on her hip and her attitude cut through Phil like a hot knife through butter.
"Sorry, but not now okay! I'll call mom and dad later to check up on them. Aren't you suppossed to be at college?" Phil asked, forgetting about the creepy guys last night Ashley talked about.
"Yeah, but I came home fogetting about there trip. I'm going back tonight!" Ashley said and took out her phone as it vibrated. "Hold on," She said and read the text someone sent her. "Shoot!"
"What?" Phil asked, stealing a look at Rick who just stood motionless, out of the way.
"My plane has been canceled so they gave me the next flight which is in two hours!" Ashley put her phone away, and looked at Phil. "I'm gonna leave now! So...be careful," Ashley walked up to Phil, and gave him a big hug, squeezing him slightly. She then let him go, kissed his cheek and went down the hall to her room.
"She seems...nice." Rick said, and Phil laughed.
"At times she can be," Phil said, noting Rick had a sense of humor.
"So," Rick said looking down the hallway as Ashley walked from her room to the bathroom with a backpack that had a LapTop popping out of it over her shoulder. "You ready to go?"
"Not yet," Phil said, zipping the bag closed. Phil then went over to his desk, and opened a drawer. He moved a few things around until he finally found what he was looking for. "Got it!"
"Got what?" Rick asked, and Phil turned with a gun in one hand and a pocket knife in the other. "Whoa! Put those away!"
Phil shook his head and put the pocket knife in his pocket, and stuck the gun in his jacket pocket. "Sorry, you can never be too safe these days." Rick smirked and grabbed Phil's bag.
"You waiting for Ashley to leave?" Rick asked in a whisper.
"Yeah, so go put my bag in the car...and I'll be out there in a minute." Phil said, and Rick walked passed him and outside the door, sending a breif waft of cologne in the air. Phil then waited in the kitchen for his sister who emerged from the bathroom three minutes later.
"Hey, you leaving now?" Phil asked.
"Yeah," Ashley hugged Phil, grabbed a bag of Cheez-Its from the shelf above the sink, and walked towards the door. "BYE!" She said over her shoulder, and then she was gone. Five minutes passed with Phil sitting in the kitchen, and finally Phil heard Ashley's car leave. Phil smiled, and walked back out of the house, locking the door as he left. He made sure all the doors were locked, and hopped back into Rick's car.
"Everything okay?" Rick asked.
"Yep, lets go!" Phil didn't notice that Rick was just a stranger, that saved his life last night, and now was staying in his house...Phil saw a friend. A friend at first sight...but what made things different and weird was that...he liked staying at Ricks place. It made him feel more...comfy.
For all the Zoey McDaniel fan, Should I do a POV in some one elses few of Zoeys life? Like Alice, Jasper, Bella, Emmett, Esme, Carisle, or Collin. Or do yall want me to keep doing Zoeys POV?
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