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juniperwoodwell · 11 months

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Reunion pt.1

Phillip Altman X F! reader

Word count: 6k

Warning(s): Cursing, Smoking, Kissing, implications of masterbation, Phillip- because...well it's Phillip.

Prompt: "Why me? "Why not you" (Will be in bold)

Prompt Exchange

A/N: This fic is part of the Prompt Exchange I am doing with @kylowritten, Go check out her fic as well! Oh, and this is part one, don't worry there will be a second chapter.

"Aw, come on, Y/n, it's a high school reunion! You should come to visit! You don't actually have to go, but you could come over to my mom's place for dinner and meet my kids!" Wendy tried her best to persuade me, but I wasn't so sure; high school wasn't my best life. It had its moments, but I only really had Wendy and Judd. I sighed. "I don't know, Wen.." "Judd and Phillip will be there." "At the reunion?" "No, dork. At dinner. Judd is visiting the same weekend, and Phillip has been dying to see you again." I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Oh Yeah?" "Of course, Y/n. He absolutely adored you when we were younger. Don't you remember me telling you that he'd used to ask when you'd come over?" "Ooh. Yeah, but he was such a little punk" I heard Wendy's laugh crackle over the phone. "Yes. You're right but still. We all miss you." "Wendy, you saw me last month." I tried to reason, but I knew Wendy wouldn't let me live it down if I didn't go, so we chatted awhile longer about everything and anything then I booked my tickets for home.

I swiftly knocked on the door and took hold of my duffle bag; I heard a loud, deep voice yell from inside the house, "I'll get it!" It sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

My heart seemed to stop when the door opened, and the owner of that voice appeared in front of Me; my eyes were wide with surprise, and my jaw fell slightly. "P-Phillip?" I asked, His smile was big, and his eyes shone excitedly. "Y/n! No way! It's been forever" He yanked me into a hug, and his figure towered over me as I hugged him back.

"I know. I'm sorry, I know I promised to keep in touch but with my job and all that...I got busy," I apologized as we pulled away from the hug; he shook his head. "No, I understand, Y/n; you have a life of your own." He smiled at me again; when did he get so handsome?

As we walked into the house, Phillip excitedly pulled me into the house, and we went to the living room. "Look who the cat dragged in!" Wendy and Hillary. Their mother. They were sitting on the couch; Phillip took my bag from me, telling me he'd put it in the spare room. "Oh- Phillip, I was going to get a hotel." I didn't want to burden their mother, but she stood up first and pulled me into a hug "Y/n, Honey. You're like a daughter to me; I couldn't live with myself if I let you stay in a hotel. The guest room is all yours." I signed softly into the hug and nodded, pulling away. I thanked her. Wendy was next to hug me; her hugs were always tighter than everyone else's. "You came; I'm so glad! Wanna meet the kiddos?" She asked excitedly,

This whole family was always energetic. It was a good change from my usual dull and stressful lifestyle. I arrived a day earlier to spend as much time with my friends as possible. It'd been about five years since I'd seen them, excluding Wendy. She always found a way to visit me—no idea where she gets the time.

Phillip returned downstairs; his footsteps were loud as he practically ran down the steps. "Hey, so. How have you been, Y/n?" He plopped down onto one of the armchairs; Hillary rolled her eyes with a smile as she guided me to where she had sat on the couch. "Let me get you something to drink," I thanked her as she walked into the kitchen. I looked at Phillip. "I've been...busy, But good." He nodded; that smile never left his face.

Hillary returned with a glass of grape juice; I looked surprised and thanked her. She still remembered my favorite drink. "So, Since it's been so long, Y/n. Do you have a boyfriend? Maybe a Fiance?" Hillary asked, a mischievous smile on her lips. I smiled and played with the rings on my fingers. I looked over at Philip, who seemed tense, then at Wendy. "Uh. No, I haven't dated anyone since Anthony Kennet from high school," I laughed, Wendy joining me. "Oh, he was horrible for you! I don't know how you managed to snag the hottest guy in school." I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Okay. First off, Wendy, I didn't Snag him. He actually liked me, he was nice, but he wasn't-" "The best in bed." I swatted her arm. "No. Well. No, that's not the point here. He wasn't a good communicator. It never would've worked" I heard Phillip scoff, but I didn't turn to look at him. "Well, if it did, you'd probably be living in Tampa with five kids" My eyes widened at Wendy's words. "He's got five kids!?" She nodded. "Geez... Dodged that bullet" "You don't want kids?" I looked over at Phillip and tilted my head. "What? No. I mean, yes, I want kids, just not five of them. I'd probably be alright with three." Phillip nodded, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. "So, where's Judd? I thought you said he'd be here?" "Oh, he's gonna be late. He'll hopefully be here before dinner."

We had some friendly, casual conversation before Wendy had to help her daughter, and Hillary went to the kitchen to make dinner. Leaving me alone with Phillip. "So. How have you been, Phillip? Last time I saw you was at your high school graduation." I watched him scrunch up his nose and scratch the back of his neck. "I-I've been good. I've been working with Paul at the store; I got a place all to myself now." "You still getting high and chasing after girls?" He rolled his eyes. "No." "Phillip. I know you. I'd be disappointed if you weren't still your old self" "What? A screw-up?" I looked at him, shocked. "Phillip Altman. You are no screw-up, you made mistakes, and that's okay. What did I always use to tell you?" "Mistakes make are lessons; learn from them," he sulked out. "Yeah," I smiled at him. "You wanna go outside?" "Sure."

We went out to the back patio and sat across from each other at the table. Philip pulled out this pack of cigarettes and shook it to get my attention. "Oh, no, thank you." "You stopped?" "Well...Kinda" I lifted my sleeve and showed him my nicotine patch. "I had a bit of a scare last year...The doctors said I had lung cancer, but it was just a machine failure. So I've been trying to stop. I do still kinda want kids, y'know... without defects." I laughed dryly, and he nodded understandingly as he lit a cigarette. I watched him quietly as he blew the smoke from his lips. I leaned back against the chair and looked up at the sky; it was around five o'clock the sun was beginning to set. "How long are you staying for?" "Hmm? Oh, um, until Monday. My flight home is Tuesday morning" "Why'd you decide to come in today? The reunion isn't until Saturday, and it's Thursday." "Your sister insisted I come and stay awhile, and I need a vacation..."

I rolled my neck and met his eyes; he smiled that sweet, crooked smile. "What?"

"Nothing..." He shook his head and looked away, taking another drag. "No, it's definitely something, Altman." I sat up in my chair and put my elbows on the table. He groaned, knowing I wouldn't let it go. "You...You just haven't really changed." I faked offensive "What's that supposed to mean?" "I don't know, I just...I missed you. And our talks, you and Wendy, were my favorite people growing up. I really miss it when you'd come over after school and play video games downstairs with me or when you'd teach me how to draw. I miss you, Y/n."

As I stared at him, guilt rose in my chest.

I must have been zoned out long enough for Phillip to notice. He got up and crouched beside my chair; his hand grasped mine, making me return to reality. I looked at him, then his hand on mine.

I bit my lip and looked down.

I left my hometown to pursue my dream, but when I failed, I was too ashamed to come home, so I went into reception, and that's where I've been for the past few years. I didn't realize how much this affected my friends and family until now.

"You zoned out. Did I say something wrong?" I looked back at him and smiled. "No, Philly...I just got hit by a startling realization." I chuckled then lifted my free hand to his face and brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear; he smiled back at me, but from the look in his eyes, I could tell there was a hint of concern. He leaned into the warmth of my hand and gave the one he was holding a gentle squeeze. "I really meant it, though. I miss you" "Yeah, I miss you too." He squeezed my hand again and then stood up; when did he put out his cigarette? "I think mom's almost done dinner. We should go in" He tilted his head towards the door, and I followed him inside.

A knock on the front door interrupted my conversation with Wendy as we waited for dinner. It was Judd. "Hey! Look, who decided to join us," I said as he walked into the kitchen. "Y/n? Goodness, you've grown up." I laughed and hugged him. "I look the same, Judd. You, on the other hand," I teased, causing him to roll his eyes.

A few more welcomes were given out, and Hillary had put everything on the dinner table; I sat across from Phillip, and Wendy sat to my right. "So... How's the job going, Phillip?" Judd asked, and Phillip shrugged. "It's good, Exhausting but good. I mean, Paul can be a pain in the ass occasionally, but we're not butting heads as much anymore." "That's better than good, Phillip. You seem to be maturing," I say, making Wendy laugh. "Maturing? Phillip? Oh Gosh, I hope so; it's about time." He groaned; I looked over at him; His shoulders seemed to slump as he ate. Gently I tapped his leg with my foot, and he looked up at me.

"I think it's great that he's finally able to stand on his own and show that he can care for himself. I haven't been around for a while, but I have seen a tremendous change." As I spoke, I kept my eyes on his with a smile.

That seemed to bring back his confidence and goofiness; even though Phillip's siblings could be tough on him, they loved him and were proud, but sometimes he needed someone else to believe in him.

The rest of the dinner went by with a calmer air and laughter.

Hillary decided to go to bed right after. Phillip and I volunteered to wash the dishes so Judd could relax from his flight and Wendy could put the babes to sleep.

"But you're right; I guess I didn't realize how much I depended on their opinions of me. Especially Wendy's. It just crushed me a bit when she said that." He paused and passed me a plate to dry. "I'm the family screw-up trying to redeem himself, but it's hard when I feel like no one actually believes I can do it. I know it's kinda like the boy who cried wolf story but still..." His voice began to break, and he stopped moving; his hands rested in the soapy water.

I felt something bump against my hip. Did I zone out again?

"What're you thinking about?" I looked over at Philip, who was washing the dishes beside me; he must have bumped me. I held a plate in my hand while drying it. I bit my lip. "About you," I admitted; he looked at me with his brows raised in surprise, then went back to washing more dishes. "Me? Why?" He asked, "I was thinking about what Wendy said at dinner. It seemed to kinda...deflate you." He chuckled and shook his head. "You read me like an open book. You know that, Y/n?" "Mm..Do I? It must be because of how long I've known you, I guess" "So. What about it?" "I don't know; it's just...I feel like you don't believe in yourself as much as you should, and your siblings' opinions of you are more important than yours." He had just about dropped a plate into the sink when I finished speaking. "Fuck. Is it that obvious?" I shook my head. "You're psychic, I swear..." "You used to say that all the time when you were a kid." I laughed out

"You are not a screw-up. Do you hear me? There is absolutely nothing wrong with making mistakes. You don't see how amazing you truly are, but I can. And I wouldn't call that a screw-up." His eyebrows were furrowed when I spoke. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my level, his head nuzzled into my neck, and his arm wrapped around me in a tight, almost bone-crushing hug. "If anyone screwed up, it'd be me," I mumbled to myself, but it caused him to pull back and look into my eyes; he didn't say anything, but his expression said enough. "I should have never left." Our arms were still around each other. "Why do you say that? Don't you have everything you wanted? You have your dream job and live in the big city like you always wanted." I sighed, pulling him into another hug. My head rested against his chest. I stood there for a moment, thinking about his question. I hadn't told anyone yet. Not even Wendy knows. I looked up at him and met his gaze. "No...I blew the job on my first week, and I live in an apartment with three roommates. I work as a receptionist at a hotel across the street." His expression didn't really change from the one earlier, but he pulled me in tighter "Why did you never come home...?" I laid my head back against his chest, and he placed his chin atop my head. "You should understand better than anyone." I muttered, "Everyone was so excited for me, and I made the promise to my parent's that I'd come home successful and make them proud." My words made his hold on me incredibly tighter. "Oh- Phillip. You're gonna squeeze the life out of me." I wheezed out, and he chuckled, letting go of me, but he locked his fingers together as they were around my waist, Only letting me go so far. "What're you trying to do" I laughed, looking at him. He shrugged. "Thought maybe if I hugged you tight enough, all that pain and guilt and feelings of failure would be transferred to me." he smiled softly as I continued to laugh. "Oh Philly, If that were possible, I'd never let you take on all my pain" That look is back, His furrowed brows and slightly pouty lip. I removed my arms from around his neck, placing my hands on his face. "I'm okay. Okay?" I nodded as I spoke, then turned out of his hold; he was quiet the rest of the time we did the dishes. I told him I'd put them away and that he should go to bed. But instead, he went outside.

It broke my heart to see him like this; this wasn't the usual Phillip Altman I knew. No, this was someone entirely different, someone I didn't know...maybe I would have if I'd never left.

I pulled his hand from the water and turned him to face me; he wouldn't look into my eyes, so I placed my hands on his face to make him,

When I finished putting everything away, I joined him. "So. Little Altman, do you remember any of my impromptu astronomy classes?" I asked quietly as I sat beside him; he sat in one of the outdoor dining chairs, a cigarette between his lips. "Hmm? Maybe? " He took a drag from it, then put it out. "I remember Orion, big and little dipper. The open cluster called p- something" "Pleiades" "Yeah, that. I think I remember where the other eight planets are." I smiled at him, "I bet you don't remember the names of the stars that make up ursa minor" "Is that a challenge? Y/n. The little dipper is my favorite constellation." "I know. So yes, it is a challenge."

Philip stood up and walked back into the house to turn off the backlight. When he came back out, he had two blankets; he laid one down on the grass and then called me over. He sat down after me and wrapped the second one around our shoulders. We sat with barely an inch between us.

"Okay. So. Let's start with the trapezoid part first. The biggest star is Kochab, below that is Pherkad, and right of that is Eta Ursae Minoris. Above that one is Zeta Ursae Minoris. Now for the tail, we have in order starting with Zeta, it goes to Epsilon Ursae minoris, Yildun, and ending with my favorite, Polaris. The North Star. " Each time he'd say a different name, he'd point to the exact one, Not missing a single beat.

But I wasn't really paying attention, I suppose; I observed him. He's so much more grown-up...It's almost like he's a different person now. A heavy sigh left my lips, catching his attention. "Did I get something wrong?" He asked as he looked down at me, our eyes meeting briefly before I inhaled sharply, then looked up at the star-covered sky. "No, you did amazingly. You've always been good with astronomy." "It's only because I liked my Tutor. She was always more interesting than Mr. Elks." My eyes met his again, they were playful, but something sad lingered behind them. "I guess I was pretty great; Mr. Elks was a bore. He never made it fun and always made us do written projects instead of fun physical science." I groaned out, rolling my eyes. "We made a...Uh, what do you call those things? You put them above baby cribs." "A mobile?" "Yea, a mobile, That's all we got to do, and it's still hanging in the classroom." I laughed. "I should sneak you into the reunion so you can go snatch it and put it in your bedroom" "Oh, you should! That's a great idea. Plus, you are allowed a plus one." He wiggled his eyebrows; I was about to say yes, let's do that. But then, something painful struck my mind.

-What would people think if they saw that I brought Phillip as my plus one? Would they assume we were together or something? We're almost seven years apart. Gosh, would people see me differently if they thought I was dating my best friend's baby brother? What if-

"Y/n/n?" His voice pulled me out of my overthinking, and quickly, I stood up. The cold air erupted goose bumps along my skin. He looked up at me, surprised.

"S-sorry. I totally would, but. It just might not be a good idea. Um, I think I should go to bed. I'll see you in the morning-" Philip's larger hand grabbed mine quickly, causing me to fall into his lap. My face flushed a soft red as I looked into his eyes. What is happening? This is the annoying little punk who would always try and start a fight with me or make me look at his baseball cards with him. Why do I feel like a teenage girl with her first crush?

"I know you...You're probably thinking that if you took me to the reunion, everyone from your class would think you're dating me. Or that they'll think you're some creep that's into guys almost a decade younger than you. But would that be so bad?" I gasped at his question; he held onto me by the waist, his eyes bore into mine, a look of something new in his eyes. Something that I knew from other men but not him.

He leaned in and slotted his lips against my own. They were warm; he tasted like honey and cigarettes; my mind felt fuzzy as I returned his kiss. But the moment ended as soon as it started, I pulled away. It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was dropped onto me. "S-sorry...Phillip. I-" He shook his head. "No...I get it. Just had to kiss you at least once in my life." I looked at him, startled. Like a deer in headlights, "What? Is it that surprising to find out I like you? I kind of hinted at it earlier." I shook my head, still sitting on his lap. "No...Um, I just assumed it was like a sister kinda like?" I admitted, and it was his turn to shake his head. He chuckled. "Yeah, No. Y/n. I've had a massive crush on you since I was in like middle school. I mean, I always knew nothing would ever happen between us, but I figured maybe one day I'd kiss you." I fell silent for a few moments; he allowed me some air to process this new information. He stared up at the sky before he spoke. "How about this, Since I know you'll probably be overthinking it for a while. I'll mark this off on my bucket list, and you can forget it even happened." He looked back down at me. I nodded in response. "Yeah. That...might be a good idea." soon after, we decided to go back inside and go to bed.

But I don't think either of us slept that night. How could I forget about it? It was such a wonderful, albeit short, Kiss. I could still feel the warmth of his lips long after I got up the next morning.

"Good morning, everyone. You're all up early." I said as I walked through the kitchen; there was a small assortment of breakfast foods spread across the countertops. "Where's Phillip?" Wendy asked, "How should I know? He's probably still asleep." I responded as I grabbed a bowl of cereal, "Could you go wake him up? He'll be less cranky if you do it." I sighed, yea...now I know why. "Sure. He needs to get up anyways." I feigned annoyance, but in truth, my body was screaming at me to just avoid him. Damn it, Phillip, why'd you have to kiss me and make things difficult.

Reluctantly I walked up the stairs, I stood in front of his door, but as I was reaching up to knock on the door, I heard this soft, muffled sound that sounded very close to a moan. I blinked a few times at the door, my hand still raised. I listened and heard it again. This time it sounded like my name. No... He's not. Is he? I stifled a groan before I pounded my fist onto his door, "Hey! Get up. Your family wants you downstairs to eat breakfast." There was silence behind the door; good. He needs to be startled. Punk. Then I heard some shuffling. The door opened to find a half-naked Philip Altman. His torso was toned and bare. His breath was heavy as he spoke, "Okay. I'll be down in a minute." I crossed my arms over my chest, and I could tell he was struggling to avoid looking at my chest. But then again, so was I. I cleared my throat and turned away. The door closed loudly; I heard a thump against it, then a low, groaned-out curse as I walked down the stairs.

"Why exactly are they having the reunion at the school?" I asked once I returned to the kitchen and sat down across from Wendy at the dining table. "Oh, Apparently, they got the idea to recreate our senior prom. So the school is allowing us to use the gym for the event." I scoffed. "Why senior prom? That was the worst thing to ever happen in school." "For you, maybe. But others actually enjoyed it." "Yeah, well, the others didn't find their boyfriend getting head from the cheer captain." "Woah, okay. Language, got kids here, Y/n," Judd calmly scolded, "Sorry. But still. Senior Prom was the worst night of my life, and honestly, I don't want to relive it."

"Then don't go; stay here with me and babysit." I hear Phillip say as he sat down in the seat beside me. "No, Phillip. She has to go, she already agreed, and I won't let her back out." I rolled my eyes; I felt Phillip bump his knee against mine, and I bumped him back; this was something we often did when I'd come over for breakfast before school; it makes sense now why he'd always sit beside me. "Do I have to wear a dress then?" Wendy shrugged as she ate, "It's optional, but they did mention that they'd prefer if you wore formal clothing. I know Teddy Fredrickson is taking Lindsey as his date, like during prom, they said they're going to wear the same things they did that night." I grumbled as I ate my cereal; Phillip glanced at me, and he tapped my foot with his. I looked over at him, and he seemed confused. "Lindsey is the one I found Anthony with. She was dating Teddy in high school." "Oh, It turns out that he knew they were hooking up, but he didn't care; they got married two years ago and have a kid." I raised my brows in surprise at Wendy's comment. "Huh. Who did Anthony marry then?" "No clue; she didn't go to our school, But she is coming as his plus one." I nodded and finished off my bowl, lifting it up to drink the milk. I wiped my mouth and stood up from my seat. "You wanna go shopping, Wendy?" I asked as I put my bowl in the sink. "Oh, yes, please." "Oh, why don't I drive you two around? That way, Judd can get a break from us, and Mom can enjoy some much-needed time with the grands." Phillip offered, I was about to recline, but Wendy beat me to the punch and accepted his invitation. "Well, we can't take your Porsche." I said as I started ascending the stairs, "No, but we could take your old Camaro." I gasped at Wendy's suggestion, "I doubt that thing even runs anymore! Dad probably keeps it in the garage." "Uh, no, actually. He lets me drive it when mine is in the shop. She purrs beautifully." Phillip corrected, I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Alright, go get her then." I hear a triumphant cheer downstairs.

Ah...My old 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, it's very, very old. My grandfather bought it when he first moved here from the city with my grandmother and ten-year-old dad. That car was given to my dad when he turned sixteen then my father did the same with me. We never treated it like it was a special display piece. I'm not even sure how much of it is still its original self. It's been in a lot of accidents, and my grandfather was a mechanic, so he would always put it back together each time. My father followed in his footsteps. I wonder how Phillip got ahold of it.

"Wendy, how much longer is he going to take?" I asked her as we stood outside on the porch; she shrugged and held her little girl. Hillary came out and took the child in her arms just as Phillip was pulling up to the curb. "You girls coming or what?" I flipped him off, making him burst into a fit of giggles; walking over, I leaned in to peer my head into the open window to look at him. "You're a little Punk; you know that?" I smirked playfully; he smiled and leaned over the passenger seat, his face close to mine; I could feel his breath against my lips, he glanced down, and I followed his eyes as he began winding the window back up. "You little!-" I backed up away from the car; I could see him snickering. I huffed and pulled the door open, "Brat." I muttered as he pushed the passenger seat down. "You know it, Y/n. Always and forever" I didn't miss the long stare he gave my ass when I climbed in and sat down. I swatted his arm. "Ow, what was that for." "This morning," I said as calmly as possible. I looked into the rearview to see his face flush deep red, "Y-Y/n, I can explain-" He mumbled out but was cut off by Wendy, "Explain what? And why is your face red? Are you drunk already?" I laughed quietly. "I found him hiding a pack of cigs this morning when I went to wake him up." Wendy nodded as she got into her seat in front. "That's not unusual, but why is his face red." "I guess he's just not used to my teasing anymore." I shrugged.

Phillip drove us around town to every little store we wanted to see, but now it was just him and I in the car; Wendy wanted to go into a children's store, but I wasn't very interested in it at the moment.

I leaned in between the front seats and rested my elbows on the center console. "You should probably start explaining." He looked over at me with wide eyes. "Not so cocky today now, are we?" "Well, there's a difference between last night and this morning, Y/n." I hummed and looked out the windshield. "How so?" He cleared his throat and pulled out a cigarette. "For instance, I planned on kissing you. I didn't plan on you hearing me rubbing one out the thought of you," he spoke as he lit it. Damn, how could he be so blunt? "If you get caught, own it," he muttered, and I smiled at him. "Is that a common occurrence then?" he shook his head. "It's usually not you I think about, but that kiss has me all fucked up," he admitted as he blew the smoke out of the open window. "Maybe it's best we both try and forget it happened so we don't have another accidental occurrence," I suggested, but he didn't seem to like the idea. "Fuck no. I've waited for that moment since eighth grade. It'll be fine. This morning was a one-time thing. I promise." "Good." I sat back in my seat and watched him from his side mirror. Wendy came out not too long after, scolding Phillip for smoking in the car. "where to now, ladies?" he asked.

I should never have said anything. Because now I'm trying on dresses.

"Meh, Purple isn't really your color." I hear Philip say as I take a slow spin. He decided to join us with the excuse of needing some air conditioning. "Yeah, he's right. Try the blue one on. I'm gonna go look for a pair of shoes, so Phillip, let me know what you think." Phillip gave her a thumbs up as I turned to go back into the changing room, the long floor-to-ceiling curtain returning to its closed position when I pulled it closed.

"They were right, the purple isn't my color, but I doubt raspberry blue is going to be any better," I whispered to myself as I slipped out of the dress; as I was fixing the spaghetti strap on my shoulder, the curtain opened, I turned to the entrance and was about to speak, but Phillip slipped a finger to his lips, a smirk hiding behind it. His eyes selfishly took their time scanning my body. The dress was a blue, belle Swiss dot, twist front tie, backless wrap, cami. It was very pretty, but I didn't feel it suited me well, and his eyes only caused my insecurity to grow. I was never a fan of dresses or showing too much skin, so having someone stare at me was nerve-wracking. "Holy-" Philip breathed out, his hand falling to his side; he took a step closer, almost close enough for us to touch. "What..? does it look dumb?" I ask as the strap slides down my shoulder; he's quick to fix it. His fingers seemed to burn against my skin. He breathed out a quiet laugh. "No. Damn...You just look so pretty. It took my breath away," I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder gently. "No, I mean it. Come on, spin. Let me see you." He requested, taking a step back. No one had really ever spoken to me like that...That honestly. Anthony was my only long-term boyfriend, and he was only a sweet talker when he wanted something. Phillip was sincere, and it made me happy; I did as he asked. "So?" "You look hot. Like, really Hot. You'll Make Anthony Kennett wish he treated you right." I laughed and turned around to the three-piece mirror that stood almost as tall as me. I played with the skirt of the dress, and again the strap fell; I went to fix it, but Philip did it first, his front pressed to my back, leaning down slightly to place a kiss on my bare shoulder as he fixed the strap, he pulled back and adjusted them both, then his eyes met mine in the mirror. Darkness filled them, something I think I could get lost in if I wasn't careful. Looking away, I cleared my throat. "So, you think I should get it?" he nodded. "Definitely." I smiled at him, and he left the changing room.

"Did you find one?" "yeah, I'm getting the blue one." "Oh yeah? What made you pick that one?" "Revenge." Wendy looked at me, surprised, but I just smiled at her.

We spent the rest of the day just enjoying our time and taking a nice drive around; we didn't get home until four-thirty. Just before dinner. "How was your shopping, girls? Did you find anything nice?" Hillary asked as we sat down at the table. I told her I'd show her my dress after dinner, and Wendy told her about everything she had bought. After dinner, it was the same routine as the night before.

"About earlier, I meant everything I said. It's a one-time thing, and you looked beautiful in that dress. Not saying you aren't beautiful now...because you are," I looked over at him when he paused, his eyes gazing into mine. "You're always beautiful." My breathing hitched, and I dropped the plate I was drying; it fell to the floor between us and shattered. "Oh, Shit!" I cursed, jumping back, Phillip laughed as he crouched down to pick up the pieces, but I swatted him on the head; he looked up at me and cocked his head to the side. "Don't pick them up with your bare hands, Idiot. Let me get a broom." I walked over to the pantry to grab the broom and helped him clean up the glass. As we finished the dishes, I turned and leaned my back against the counter, drying off the last glass before setting it on the counter; I watched Phillip put away stuff on the higher shelves that I couldn't reach. "Hey, Thank you." "Hmm? For what?" he asked "Your kind words. I'm not used to it." "Yeah, I got that when you dropped the plate," he teased, turning around to face me.

He stood only a foot away from me. "I can't take it," he admitted with a sigh. "Can't take what?" "You." He took a step in, his hands resting on the counter on either side of me, caging me in. I swallowed the lump in my throat and asked, "Why me?" He smirked at me, "Why not you? You have me wrapped around your little finger; you've been playing with me all day. I expected the whole crush thing to go away after the kiss. I know it's only been one day, but I crave more...More of you." I gasped at his words; his breath fanned over my face. He smelled like smoke and strawberry dish soap. It was intoxicating. "Phillip-" "I don't care." He leaned in closer, his nose nuzzling against my cheek as he inhaled, "You need to stop worrying about what others will think. It's not like it'd be Illegal if we hooked up, Y/n."

His hands lifted from the countertop and found their places on my hips; I leaned into his touch. It was warm and inviting, but that little bug in my mind wouldn't keep quiet. He's right, It's only seven years, and we're both adults. It's not illegal. But he is my best friend's little brother; I grew up with him. It's wrong, No matter how much I want it.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed gently, but he didn't budge; he just pulled his face away to look into my eyes. "Y/n.." he breathed out my name, his gaze was heavy on mine, and I shut my eyes. I was conflicted, and I knew he could see it. I felt his breath against my ear before he spoke softly, "No one has to know." His hands squeezed my hips to emphasize his point; my breath hitched when I felt him kiss that spot behind my ear.

He pulled back, and his warmth was gone. "Open your eyes; look at me" I shook my head; he lifted a hand to my face, gently rubbing his thumb under my eye; he leaned in a kissed me. It was sweet but electrifying; my eyes shot open he pulled back only slightly. "I'm not some little kid anymore. I'm a man now" I smiled at his words, and he gave one back, his hand sliding back down to my hip. "Oh, there you are, finally leaving your shell, huh?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes playfully. "You're right. You're not a kid; You're different now."

"Damn right, I am." My hands were still on his chest; I looked down at them and then slid them around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. It was heated and passionate he pushed his body against mine, deepening the kiss; his tongue grazed my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I didn't stand a chance once his tongue slid against mine; I moaned softly into the kiss. I felt his grip tighten on my hips, then slide up my sides. Finding their way under my shirt, pulling and kneading on any skin they could find. It felt wonderful, he knew what he was doing, and it gave me some comfort as I threaded my fingers through the dark locks of hair at the bottom of his neck; I gently pulled on them, causing him to groan; his hands slipped from under my shirt and back to hips. Carefully, he lifted me up and sat me on the counter; his body stood between my thighs. The kiss never faltered, only growing more passionate with every peck and graze, every nip or clash of teeth. Gently he bit my lower lip, pulling on it before letting go and kissing me once more. I sighed against his lips; my breath was heavy and labored. "Y/n dear! Are you going to show me the dress you bought?" Hillary yelled from the living room; Phillip and I pulled away quickly, startled by his mother. "Shit-" He whispered as he helped me down off the counter. We could hear her footsteps approaching. I fixed my shirt and hair quickly before grabbing a hand towel, pretending I was drying my hands. "Yeah! Just a minute!" I turned to Phillip, who had begun to walk outside. "Where are you going?" I asked him quietly, "I'll be out here when you're done. kay?" I smiled, and he returned it; nodding, I turned around to go into the living room. "Let me just go and put it on real quick," I said to Hillary, "Alright! I'm excited to see it."

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