Dear Phil,

18

Phil drove. His car raced along the highway, speeding towards home. Lights flashed in the darkness. At the last second, however, he changed his mind. Making an illegal U-turn, Phil headed to his favorite place.

The ocean.

Waves crashed along the shore, restless as Phil was feeling. He didn't know what to do about Dan. Sighing, he plopped down just above the wave line. He was going to get sandy, but so what?

Oh gods, Dan. His smile, his eyes! Fricking eyes. I melt under them!  And I'm so worried about him! I really want to help... but how? I don't even have his number!

"Crap," Phil breathed. Usually the ocean calmed him down, but right now all he could think about was Dan. Dan, Dan, Dan.

After a few minutes of being lost in thoughts of Dan, Phil got up. He brushed off his sandy pants (which only resulted in sandy hands), and got back into his car.

He drove. Back home, where his mom was already asleep. Phil made himself a sandwich and munched on it hungrily. Still, he couldn't keep his mind from drifting to Dan.

Sudden inspiration stuck him. "A video!"

That would take his mind off Dan. Phil crept up to his room and turned on his camera.

"Hey guys! I just had the most amazing day. I went to check out a college campus today, and the people were actually really cool!"

He rambled on, making sure to check himself each time he starting obsessing about Dan. After he'd redone it several times, Phil uploaded it to Youtube.

Then he took a super fast shower and climbed into bed. Right before he lay down, he checked his phone.

One New Message. It read.

Phil opened it.

Kylie: Hey so I put my number into your phone

Kylie: text me when you get this

Kylie: oh and here's dan's number *************** and tess **************

Phil: hi

Phil: thanks, I guess

Kylie didn't respond, so Phil assumed she was asleep. He stared at Dan's number, his fingers hovering over it.

Should he?

Phil: kylie gave me your number I hope you don't mind

Phil: sorry I know it's late

Phil: sorry i'm going to bed now

Was three text messages too much? Not enough? His mind full of questions, Phil turned off his phone and threw it across the room.

He needed sleep.

But he couldn't stop the smile creeping to his face when he thought of Dan.

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I hope your happy now! I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission, to feed your own ambition! I hope your happy in the end! I hope you're happy... my friend!

~Wicked

Sorry that song was playing in my head.

Okay I'll post another part on Sunday. Or tonight if I have time.

ily!

♥