Staring From Not So Far Away

One

We had just gotten back from our trip to Mt. Fuji, and all I had on my mind was how I should have done something. It was one of the most romantic places to propose, and I couldn't even muster up the nerve to ask Phil on a date. I was determined to do some kind of romantic gesture while on vacation in Japan, to express my love for my flat mate; but as the days progressed, that likelihood grew smaller and smaller.

"Dammit, Dan," I thought, silently chastising myself. "You could have done it but you wimped out like a little bitch."

Well whoop-de-fucking-doo, it was just another day that I had to endure the torture of unrequited love. Well at least it seemed unrequited, because Phil sure as hell hadn't made any type of advance. And so throughout the trip, my affection for Phil continued to grow, and it became harder to keep it hidden because god he looks so hot right now and it's becoming difficult not to push him up against a wall. But as soon as we entered the door of our flat in London after an agonizing flight that was just too long, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I no longer had to keep up this act of pretending I wasn't completely infatuated with Phil. We normally had a relationship that could only be described as platonic lovers; but recently it had progressed to more than platonic, at least in my head.

For the few days that we had been home, we did nothing because we were so tired of being up and about all the time. But shortly after the two of us had come home, we were asked to go visit New York with YouTube. A bunch of other youtubers were going as well, but it's more than likely that we would hang around each other like we were the only friends they had in the world. And so, we got on yet another plane, and flew to New York.

"Only you could forget this much, Dan," Phil said as we walked to a corner store to pick up the essentials I had left at home.

"I know, I know, I'm just worried we won't be able to borrow a laptop charger for me. And sorry that you have to pay for it, still can't believe I left my money at home, how forgetful can I be?" I said, Phil chuckling at me lightly.

"Glad we went ahead and got american dollars, here's twenty, get what you need. I'll be wandering wherever in the store."

He walked off in the opposite direction of me while I went looking for a toothbrush and socks as well as some other things I wanted. When I found it all, I texted Phil to meet me outside, putting my phone back in my pocket and proceeding to the checkout. I saw him immediately as we walked outside (he was awkwardly tall among the others and so I spotted him easily) and we decided to attempt in catching a cab home. After multiple tries and the realization that it was around 5:00 and none of the cabs were going to get us anyways, we walked the short distance back to our hotel. Navigating the masses of businessmen and street performers was a bit of a task, making us all the more grateful when we arrived at our hotel room. We agreed to avoid going out again, and ordered room service instead of eating at a restaurant. After stuffing ourselves with the hotel food, and finishing it off with ice cream, we quietly prepared for slumber. As per my usual nightly routine, I assumed the browsing position on my bed and stalked Tumblr for a few hours before finally surrendering to sleep. My surprisingly dreamless rest was a lovely escape from reality's busyness.