I'm glad you found me

Chapter 4

Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

Phil's POV

I looked back at the road.

Cars passing by. Some in a hurry to work, some to school. London is busy city. I am sure in 30 minutes this road will be full of cars.

When I was little I used to sit in a park bench or on the pavement with my father and count cars of the color we choose. Somehow I always ended up winning. Obviously my dad let me win and after that we bought ice cream.

I wish he still had time for me.

I let out heavy sigh at the memory.

"Why are you so gloomy?" This boy asked breaking the silence.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I replied with a question.

"I don't know, you seem like a fun guy. You have amazing blue- erm... eyes..aaaand you like Pokemon too!!!" He gave me big smile.

"How would you know I am fun? We bumped into each other like 5 minutes ago?" I asked trying to keep blank expression but his smile made corner of my lips slightly curl upwards.

And how did he know me so well? That I like Pokemon? I have to ask.

"How did you kn-" I cut myself off as I noticed that we opened our mouths to say something at the same time.

"Oh- sorry, sorry" I apologized.

"No it's okay, you can continue" he smiled and gestured with his hands for me to continue.

Did his smile ever leave his face?

"Umm, okay. Well I was wondering, how did you know that I like Pokemon?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

He laughed slightly and pointed with his index finger at my backpack. "Well I guessed it by keychains on your backpack"

Of course he did! I have like 7 keychains hanging off of my backpack.

"But you didn't answer my question" his smile faded and he looked serious.

I gave him confused look and he seemed to get that I didn't knew what he was talking about.

"My question about you being all gloomy and sad" he reminded me.

I groaned in response.

"Why do you even care?" I asked honestly. Why would someone like him talk to me? He looked like some popular guy. He even had friend back at the coffee shop. Why would someone talk to ugly fag like me? No one cared about me. Even my boyfriend cheated on me with some girl. With some slut.

"Because I don't want you to be sad" His voice brought me back to real life.

"I mean, I don't want anyone to be sad. I just want to help you?" His last sentence was more like question than statement.

"I don't need help" I replied coldly. "I'm fine"

He sighed and in the corner of my eye I saw him shook his head.

"Well you don't look like it" he mumbled but I caught his sentence.

I decided to leave it and instead sighed once again.

And we sat in silence. Once again. I still had time till my classes started so I wasn't in a hurry to anywhere. But why was he still sitting here?

I slowly turned my head and took a look at him. He seemed to be deep in thoughts. It wasn't uncomfortable silence but I decided to brake it. Turning my head back at the road I spoke.