Chapter 14
You and Phil are at his house. He's teaching you how to make 'Delia Smith pancakes'.
"So, what's this called again?" You ask, holding up a weird kitchen utensil which you have never used before.
"It's called a whisk." Phil laughs. "I can't believe you've never used one before."
"I've never cooked or baked anything before! This is a whole new concept to me." You tell him.
"You couldn't make that more obvious. Here, now we pour some of the mixture onto the pan."
Your hands touch as he helps you pour some of the pancake mixture onto the frying pan on the cooker.
But then, something terrible happens.
"Ah! Fuck!"
Your finger has made contact the hot pan.
"Shitfuckshitfuckshitfuckshitfuck owowowowowow!"
"Calm down." Phil rushes to the sink and turns on the cold tap. "Run it under there. I'll go get the first aid kit."
"W-Don't leave meeeeeee!" You call after Phil, who rushes down the hall in order to get the first aid kit.
You hear him scramble around looking for it for a minute or so before he rushes in.
"How is it?" He asks.
"Feeling a bit better, the water is a good idea." You tell him.
"It's not really bad... Right?"
"It's fine."
"Just keep it under there a bit longer, just to make sure."
"It's fine, Phil."
"Just keep it under longer. Put my mind at a bit of ease."
After a couple minutes, the two of you are back to pouring pancake mixture.
You dispose of the first one, which is burnt, and pour some more mixture onto the pan.
"Now what?" You ask him after standing in silence for a moment or two.
"We flip it." He tells you.
"Ooh... How?" You ask.
Phil takes hold of the handle of the pan. "I would like to warn you that I haven't done this successfully... Ever." He informs you before jolting the pan upwards, sending the pancake into the air. It flies up high in the air, landing directly on your face.
"Are you sure that's how you do it?"
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After making pancakes, Phil decided to introduce you to anime.
It's one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen, Phil still ranking much higher on the scale though.
"I think I'm in love." You gasp after watching the first episode of death note/Yuri on ice and shoving some more pancake in your mouth.
"Yeah... It's pretty great, isn't it?" Phil smiles.
"I can't believe I've went a full nineteen years without ever viewing this! Put the next episode on! Now!"
"With pleasure!" Phil picks up the controller and turns on the next episode.
"Thank you so much for this."
"It's no problem. My pleasure. It's my duty as an anime fan to make sure everybody is able to experience the beauty of it."
"Not just for showing me anime... For agreeing to show me the real world. For not letting me grow up to be a stuck up bitch. For giving me the courage to tell my parents to go fuck themselves. For helping me learn what's truly good for me."
"Again, it's my pleasure. Now, let's see that next episode."
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After watching a couple more episodes and finishing the pancakes, you and Phil decide to take the bus out somewhere and get some coffee, which you have obviously never done before. Ever.
"Okay, so what kind of ticket do I ask for again?" You ask Phil as the bus approaches.
"A return ticket." Phil tells you.
"And how much money am I needing?"
"Two pounds forty."
"Fuck I'm scared." You say as the bus comes to a stop.
"Do you want me to do it for you?" Phil asks as a group of preteen girls clamber on and get their tickets.
"No. I can do this." You tell him confidently. As it nears your turn, you get nervous again. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."
"You okay?" Phil places his hand on your back.
"Can you do it for me?"
"Of course." Phil climbs on in front of you and asks for two return tickets, handing the bus driver his money, then yours.
The two of you walk over and decide to sit at the very back of the bus.
"I really have a long way to go if I'm that fucking scared to ask for a damn bus ticket..." You laugh.
"Hey, you're getting somewhere. At least you're not some snob who would be mortified if seen on a bus." Phil says.
"True... This is so cool though!" You squeal.
A bus is quite the odd thing for a person to be excited about, especially a person who takes a limo on a daily basis, but it's somehow really exciting for you.
"I've never seen someone so excited to be on public transport." Phil laughs.
"It's super exciting! I mean, sure there's a bunch of judgemental tweens... And I think that guy over there just flashed someone... But this seems like so much fun!" You say excitedly.
"I love this excitement. Maybe we should be slightly concerned about the flasher though..."
"Eh, it's okay. I think he's just wearing skin coloured trousers."
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The two of you are at a place called 'Starbucks', where there is the largest variety of drinks you've ever seen. Usually, your mother would make you have some disgusting low fat thing, so you're excited to actually try something good.
"Should I get that caramel latte thing... What's a mocha? What has cream and what doesn't? Should I get something iced or hot?" You ask, evaluating the menu.
"Considering it's absolutely freezing outside, you should get something hot, and something simple. If you over complicate your first order, chances are you're not going to like it." Phil explains.
You take his advice and just get some hot chocolate/coffee. With cream, of course.
"I can't believe everything I've been deprived of!" You exclaim, taking another sip of your drink and sitting down at a table with Phil.
"Hey, you're rich. It's not like you've been so deprived." Phil laughs.
"You know what I mean. Even if I'm rich, I've never truly experienced to good things in life. Like this perfection!" You hold your drink dramatically before taking another sip.
"You're perfection." Phil mumbles. You can't quite tell if that's exactly what he said though.
"What?"
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Anyway, I see what you're getting at. That's a thing about money, people with more can be easily fooled into thinking that they're better than the others."
"But that's never the case. If you're a bad person before you're rich, money will never change that. In my experience, most rich people are horrible, judgemental assholes. I've only met like... one kind rich person, and I was forbidden to see her. Seems like my parents just love making me have no friends." You hear your phone buzz, so obviously you pull it out and look at the notification. "Holy shit. Speak of the hell demons."
Dad:
Wherever you are, leave. Get home immediately
Y/N:
Why?
Dad:
Because neither me or your mother said that you could leave.
Y/N:
I don't need permission.
Dad:
Just get home.
Y/N:
No.
Dad:
Yes.
Y/N:
No thank you.
Dad:
You know what? Fine. Don't come home. For now. We both know you have to come back eventually, and we'll be waiting. You're getting married to Darren in a few weeks, and there's nothing that's going to stop it. Enjoy your time doing peasant things, because as soon as you step through that door, there's no 'buts'. You're engaged, and that's final. If you don't return within the next week, I will file a report saying that you're missing. Whoever you're with will get arrested for kidnapping you. Have fun!
This is legit the, what? Tenth time writing this chapter.
Wattpad is being a proper asshole to me right now.
Also, that's both my Phil x readers that have chapters with the reader and Phil making pancakes then watching anime while eating said pancakes.
Just wanted to point that out.
So yeh.
Bye lads
~Noonpad~