Does It Happen To You? 2
“Dan lets play a game!” Phil basically shouted at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs to my room. He definitely had run of the house at the moment. It was about 7.30pm or so, and I’d been put in charge. Well, so I told Phil. I was older than him so therefore I should be the authority figure, right? Nevertheless both of our parents had gone out on a ‘date’ and we’d been trusted to look after ourselves. Which was essentially me making sure Phil didn’t wreck the place. He wasn’t that bad, really, but I had just shared my secret stash of lollies with him so he was on a bit of a sugar rush. Hence the shouting and running and tugging and gleeful hysteria.