He opens the door and gets out, walking away. Hasn't he ever heard of closing the god damn door. I snort at my own little joke then try to reach over and close the door. Fuck being short I can't reach ughhh. I get out and close the passenger door then drive back to the dorms.
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That same night I'm dreaming of black hair, blue eyes, and inked skin. What the hell is wrong with me thinking about some guy that highjacked my car amd was yelling at me. That was kinda hot actually. I shouldn't think this way about someone who could rob me or murder me.
Then again what punk person or thug or whatever is named Phil.
Its a great name, it fits him in an odd yet perfect way.
"That's it I need a distraction, I can't keep thinking of someone that I technically don't even know."
I throw the bed sheets off of me and sit on the painfully small bed in my tiny dorm in silence thinking of what I can do to distract myself from my unclosed desires.
At least I have my own dorm so that I don't bother people with my little midnight episodes and existentialism.
I look around looking for a solution to all the things running around in my brain. That's a really weird saying. Stupid personification, thoughts can't run, stupid english. There in the corner of the room is my ipod I reach for it "accio ipod" I mutter only just above a whisper . It doesn't work, of course it doesn't work. Man how I wished I could use some Harry Potter spells in real life.
I groan getting up and reaching for my ipod. Great, now marks the great quest that is the search for my earphones in the dark. I fumble around for a bit till I find them then go back to laying in bed.
I try to unlock the ipod but am instantly blinded by the light of a thousand suns.
Wow of course this is the first song that plays. "cute" by Stephen jerzak plays making me think of blue eyes once more.
Ater a whaile I loose hope and let the music dissipate as I fall into a dream of Phil Lester.
*
A week goes by since my little run in with the dark boy that had a Dragon Tattoo on his neck.
*
Food
Yeah that sounds nice. I drive down to a small store and pick up Doritos, chocolate, ice-cream,sweets, yes I know this isn't "food" but... Yolo? Ugh no.
Paying is a disaster as usual, with really awkward hand touching, but its over quickly to my relief.
Out of mere embarrassment I look down on my way out. I realize this a bad move as I walk into a tall person that smells of coffee and cigarettes.
I blush and look up awkwardly mumbling an apology. When my eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
" Woah running into my arms again princess?"
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Hey its me Dan
Hows life?
Good? Thats good.
Bad? Oh im sorry
Thanks for putting up with this
Hope you liked it
You probably did cause its fabulous
Idk °.*\( ˆoˆ )/*.°
Its been two months and i finally updated yay ok bye see you soon hopefully
Well i can't see you but you know what i mean
