Chapter33

#Chapter33

Hell Froze Over

/"He hung up on me, that bastard,/" Phoebe curses under her breath before she threw her phone aimlessly. It landed somewhere on the floor, probably broken.

It's been three days, and Phoebe is still flipped. Phobos, her brother, kept on purposely riling her up if not ignoring her. This house has always been full of drama, and I'm here in the kitchen counter making myself some peanut butter sandwich.

/"Your brother obviously doesn't want to talk. Get over it. He'll come around when he's ready,/" I shrugged my shoulders as I took a bite. Food actually tastes better with drama.

/"Yeah, when hell freezes over,/" Phoebe countered before she slumped on the couch, looking defeated. She stared at the sandwich in my hand, /"Hey, make me one of those./"

/"Yeah, when hell freezes over,/" I stuck my tongue out on her. She glared at me and I feigned innocence, /"What? Couldn't you have asked nicer?/"