traced
______________________________________
3.) Never Say Never
Rick pulled back into his driveway, and Phil hopped out of the car, bag in hand, when the car stopped.
"What's next?" Phil asked.
"Nothing...if they come again then we fight." Rick put the key in the lock and unlocked the front door. "If not, then you go back início and you forget about me and the demonic world...and pretend demons dont exist!"
"What?" Phil asked, walking in behind Rick.
"What do you mean what?"
"I mean, what do you mean?" Phil said and Rick stopped.
"Ok...what?"
"I can't just go back início and forget everything happens! That's just not possible!" Phil argued and Rick sighed.
"Actually it is," He said.
"Okay, tell me how?" Phil asked, starting to get angry.
"You just forget! Just that simple..." Rick walked into the cozinha with Phil on his heels.
"Well, what if I forgot to remember to forget?"
"Then that's not my problem." Rick sat down on the table, looking down at the floor.
"No it is, when I wind up in the same situation and back in your hands!"
"Fine! Remember! Tell everyone that the anjos da noite and the sobrenatural is real! I dont care! Just dont expect them to beleive you without proof!" Rick flung himself off the table, shoved passed Phil and off to his room. Phil just stood in the cozinha and flinched a bit when Rick's door slammed shut.
"God!" Phil said and walked to his room.
_________________________________________
Later that night, Rick was calm again and in the living room watching TV. They already had supper, and they ate in silence. Phil was in his room, phone hooked up to his charger. Phil was getting ready to come to the I'M SORRY stage, but didn't know when to say it. Finally, Phil decided to just say it. Phil got to his feet and thought about how he was gonna say it.
Rick, he thought. I'm sorry for beings selfish and rude earlier. Hopefully we can go to the things that used to be...sorry.
That was fine. Phil decided to go with that. Now he just had to remember to say what he ha thought.
Phil walked through the hallway to the living room and stopped before he entered.
What if he doesn't accept my apology? What if he kicks me out cause he didn't want to talk about our arguement, but didn't tell me, and gets mad again and leave me to die?!
"Well," Phil whispered. "Guess we'll have to risk it."
Phil forced himself to walk into the living room where Rick looked up at him.
"Yeah?" Rick muted the TV and turned back to Phil.
"Uh...I'm..." Phil played with his thumbs, trying to get the right words out. "I'm sorry."
Rick stiffled a straight face, and began to laugh. "You're sorry...what for?"
"Our argument earlier?" Phil asked, hoping that was the right answer.
"What? You had a right to disagree...I should've talked it out instead of going to my room. Trust me, it's nothing with you...otherwise you would'nt be here right now would you?" Rick laughed again, and this time Phil joined.
"Alright, well I'm gonna go off to cama then." Phil said and Rick nodded.
"Okay, but first thing tomorrow we start!" Rick unmuted the TV, and turned his attention back to it.
"Start what?" Phil asked.
"You'll see," Rick said, and Phil went back to his room with curiosity showing on his face...along with being tired!
Phil closed the door and shrugged out of his jaqueta and shirt. He put them in the hamper seguinte to the boys closet, and changed his pants to pajama pants. Phil turned his phone off, realizing no text messages came to him, and his battery life was full. He put it on the nightstand seguinte to him, and turned off the light. Phil climbed into bed, and fell fast asleep!