Falling for The Lion

Chapter 10

The next morning

I sat at the table in our kitchen staring at my bowl of cereal, thinking. Suddenly, Phil appeared out of no where and hugged me, scaring me half to death. I repressed the urge to hug him back, so I smiled and started eating my cereal.

"Dan, are you okay?"

"Ye-e-ah . . ? Aren't you supposed to be resting, Phil?"

"I don't want to. I just woke up this morning with a sudden burst of energy!"

I just looked at him. He looked so happy in his green sweatshirt with his bed head as he sat down with a bowl of my cereal. He began eating, and I continued to look at him. He always looked happy. That's what I loved about him: the way he smiled,
and the way he laughed, and all the stupid stuff he said that I still find hilarious. That's what makes up him. That's what I truly loved about him.

"Ehm, Dan?" Phil looked up from his cereal to give me a questioning look. "Why are you staring at me?" He said with a laugh.

I just rolled my eyes and smiled at him. All of a sudden, I remembered what I was thinking of yesterday. About holding off this whole relationship and just being friends when Phil snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Did you read all of those comments on our latest video? The ones about 'Phan'? I think it's a cute name, to be quite honest with you."

I said nothing and continued to eat my cereal. We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Hey, Phil?"

Phil looked up at me with those striking blue eyes of his that totally mesmerized me.

I looked into his eyes, and suddenly lost my confidence.

"Never mind."

"Oka-a-y . . . So, I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping around Seven Dials today?" Phil said as I got up and started walking back to my room.

"I'm kind of busy today. Maybe some other time." I said without looking back as I went into my room and flopped face-down on the bed.

This is way more difficult than I thought. I have to pretend like I don't love Phil, for the sake of both of us? For how long? Until all this chatter dies down? Am I just overthinking this? Phil doesn't seem to mind, so why should I? I just don't want Phil to have to deal with all the hate comments we would get if everyone found out about our relationship. I crawled under the covers of my bed and took a long nap.

I was woken up at 8:00 at night by Phil, who had dark circles under his eyes.

"Dan? I think I have a fever, and I can't reach the soup in the top cabinet," he said with a pout.

"Bloody hell, Phil," I said. "Can't you find the stool?" I said, fighting the urge to smile.

"We own a stool?"

I got up, led Phil into the living room, and ordered him to lay on the couch while I made soup. Ten minutes later, I poured it in a bowl and served it to Phil.

"I'll be in my room," I said.

I went into my room feeling like I'd been a bit harsh on Phil. Maybe my lack of emotion had made him thought that I was in a bad mood, when in reality I was just trying to suppress my true feelings for Phil.