Wildflower | Phan

Chapter 3

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I couldnt stop thinking about the letter that Phil left for me. Did he really carry me home after I passed out? I was very confused. I barely know this man and he found out where I lived to make sure I got home safely. He could of just left me there. Yet he went out of his way to help me. I don't know why Im still amazed. He was just doing the right thing. Because thats who Phil is, a man that always does the right thing. I am now able to read that part of him. I still felt like I was missing something though, I didn't think I was seeing everything about him laid out in front of me, like with most people. I still thought that he was a little insecure though, by the way he walks and hides his face with his hair. Phil is a little bit harder to figure out, he is making me question my ability to read people. I used to think I was so good at it. Then he showed up.

I tried to get my mind off of him for a little by eating some breakfast (accompanied by a bottle of beer)  and some tv. I was mindlessly going through the channels, seeing boring informercials, stupid reality shows, and absolutely nothing interesting. I was about to turn to off when I heard a familiar voice. 

"Good Morning London! Todays forecast looks sunny with clear skies. A perfect day to be outside!" said Phil's voice coming out of the tv

I had completely forgotten that Phil was a weatherman. How did I not remember that important detail of last night? He had said that if he predicted the weather wrong one more time, then he was getting fired. I watched and listened to his words intently. 

"There is a 0% chance of rain today, so go outside and have some fun in the sun!" Phil said on the tv

I laughed at that last part. I just hoped that people could actually have some fun in the sun today. In other words, I hope that his prediction was correct. 

I looked back at the tv. Phil was looking a bit worried as he cued the next reporter to start talking. That made me start to worry. I turned off the tv and looked out of the window for a sign of rain. Thankfully, it was not raining yet, but the sky was staring to get a bit cloudy. Shit, Phil, do they not have windows at the tv station? I finished my beer continued staring out the window.

"Please don't rain" I whispered to myself

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Later that mooring, I decided to go for a walk. I was bored of the same old routine  of wasting the day away in my apartment and going to the club at night. I looked up at the sky, which was still cloudy, but thankfully there was still no rain. It was still morning, so the chance of rain was still possible. I didn't really know where I was going, but I just kept walking. I was pretty sober this time, so I actually remembered where my house is in relation to where I was. I thought about Phil as I was walking. I couldn't shake the events of last night out of my head. I still couldn't believe he had helped me. Was he just trying to be nice? Or does he consider me his friend?

I had only had two beers so far today, which is good by my standard. I could actually look around and appreciate things since I was actually focused on it. I noticed the leaves were changing colors since autumn was approaching. I also noticed the slight chill in the air, which could mean one of two things. One, that its another sign that the season is changing, or two, a sign that it was going to rain. I really hoped it was that first one. 

I sat down on the closet bench and began to wait, although I wasn't quite sure what I was waiting for. Was I waiting for Phil to come and sit next to me? Was I waiting to see if it would rain? Was I waiting for the seasons to change and for all the leaves to turn a red or orange color? I wasn't sure, but I was sure that I was really bored. I looked around to see if there was anything to do in the area, when I saw a music store across the street. I decided that I was bored enough to go in there.

I walked into the store feeling uncomfortable, I didn't belong in there, I didn't know anything about music. I wandered throughout the store looking at all the instruments the sold, imagining how hard it was to play each of them. My eyes stumbled on a piano. It was a beautiful piano. It looked brand new. It was shiny and sleek and when I pressed one of the keys it made a wonderful sound.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" said the salesperson that came up from behind

"Sure is" I responded, keeping my eyes on the piano

"Do you wanna purchase her?" He said, walking so that I was facing him. He had many tattoos, he looked like he was in a band

"Thanks, but I don't play" I said, trying to walk away politely

"Thats too bad, I would've loved to sold her to someone like you" He said, now walking away

As confused as I was, I couldn't think about it then. I saw Phil from outside the window, walking with his head down. I rushed outside, the chill wind hitting me in the face. I ran closer to him, but he still didn't see me.

"Phil!" I called to him

He looked up at me with sad eyes, and I was quite confused. What was wrong?

And almost as if it were a movie, almost as if it were on cue,

It began to rain.