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3:47 am. His phone glowed brightly in his face, chasing the non existent sleep from his body. Chuckie was sick again, and his snoring was horrendous. Sleeping over Tommy’s had been a mistake. Sighing, Phil crawled out of his sleeping bag and headed for the bathroom. The old house creaked under his feet, but he was sure no one was awake to hear it. Everything was silent.
After his pee, Phil stood in the bathroom for a few minutes deciding what to do. He could go back and lay motionlessly on the floor, hoping and praying to whatever was out there that he could catch a few hours of sleep before he had to leave in the morning. Or he could call his Dad and see if he’d come pick him up. Or maybe he’d just walk home and hope they left the door unlocked. Probably not, his parents were sticklers for that sort of thing. It’s not like Phil meant to lose his house key... it just sort of happened.
Rubbing his eyes, Phil opened the bathroom door and walked right into a body.
“Hey.” A grumble of dissatisfaction escaped Dil’s mouth.
“My bad.” Phil side stepped out of the bathroom so Dil could use it. Instead of heading back to Tommy’s room, he waited. Maybe Dil wanted to...hang out? Anything would be better than laying in the dark listening to Chuckie. After a minute Dil exited the bathroom, rubbing his eyes.
“What are you doing?” Dil yawned, looking up at Phil. He was just under two years younger than Phil and catching up in height quickly.
“Can’t sleep. Chuckie.” It was the only explanation needed as Dil just nodded his head. After a moment of thought Dil waved his hand in a ‘follow me’ motion.
“You can sleep in my room. I’ve been, uh, soundproofing the walls. You shouldn’t be able to hear him at all.”
Odd, but better. Maybe he’d ask about the sound proofing in the morning. Maybe not. It didn’t really matter. He was just glad to get away from Chuckie for the night. Stopping by Tommy’s room, Dil waited outside as Phil snuck back in for his sleeping bag and pillow.
“Hey, thanks man, I really appreciate it.” Phil whispered as he closed Dil’s bedroom door behind them. Sure they were friends, but mainly through Tommy. Besides, Dil didn’t really like people in his room to begin with. It made the gesture extra nice.
“No problem.” Dil said, climbing into his nest of pillows and blankets on top of his bed. “But if you snore, you’re never sleeping in my room again, Phil.”