Sally Face: Memories

Chapter 7: Chimerical

Phillip's POV
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Yawning and blinking my eyes until the blurry film over them had disappeared, I looked around my apartment as the light of morning flooded it with its golden light and went to raise up, but suddenly remembered him beside me. He was fully wrapped around me, his face buried in the crook of my neck, which was letting his hot breath to spill out over my skin, giving me goosebumps all about my body.

"Mm.."

I couldn't help but moan as I soon found out, that sometimes during the night, he had resorted to his underclothes as well and was pressed agaisnt me skin to skin. It felt nice.. wrapping my arm around him a little more, I then got the idea in my head of taking this as the right time to stare at his lips, finding they looked incredibly soft and... Kissable... Upon letting these thoughts protrude my mind, I began to lean a little closer, in hopes that he wouldn't wake up and find me doing this, but I just had to at least once.. just to start my day off. Pressing my lips agasint his, I felt that same rush I got when I was attempting to give him CPR that one day, the way his lips felt agaisnt mine was almost unnatural in a way, he seemed so angelic.

"Mm.."

I couldn't help but run my tongue over his bottom lip and slip it between his teeth as I titled my head to the right to deepen it. Running my tongue over his briefly before pulling it away and running it over his back molars and up the lining of his cheeks, suddenly, his eyes snapped open for a brief moment, nearly giving me a heart attack until he closed them again and fell back asleep, completely oblivious to what I was doing. Pulling away from him as a trail of saliva formed between us as I did so, I broke it by pulling away further and blushed lightly. I want him.. I want him so bad... And there's nothing I can do about it.. I can't tell him how I feel and I can't talk to anyone about how I feel it's just torture and I want to have him all to myself... After all... I would only be fair if I were to have him, because... I don't see Sal over here taking care of him twenty-- no... No... Phillip, you've got to act a little more your age.. your not ten anymore.. taking a deep breath I rolled off the bed and nearly hit the floor if I hadn't of caught myself before doing so. Maybe making some breakfast will take my mind off of things until he wakes up.. glancing back at him, I couldn't help but notice just how cute he looks all warm and cozy in my blankets. He looked so peaceful and relaxed... Smiling softly just before I yawned, I then made my way to the kitchenette and pulled open the fridge for some eggs.

(Time skip)

Hearing a soft yawn behind me, I turned to see Travis awake and sitting up in the sheets, rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes.

"Morning, Travis! I made some breakfast!"

He glanced up at me in a dazed way and looked around him with a drowsy look.

"Mm... Wha..."

He yawned softly before stretching his arms above his head and continuing.

"What time is it...?"

Morning tears slipping from his eyes as he yawned yet again while lazily making his way off the bed, rolling himself up in one of my blankets and hitting the floor face down. Panicked, I rushed over to him and dropped my spatula on the floor before doing so. Kneeling at his side, I then pulled him up off the floor and tucked a strand of stringy blonde hair behind his ear.

"Travis!! Are you okay?!"

He licked his chapped lips briefly to moisten them before attempting to speak just before his nose began to bleed heavily.

"Travis!! Oh my god!!"

Quickly picking him up in my arms, I then rushed him over to the couch and leaned his head back as he gave yet another yawn and burrowed deeper into the blanket.