~Chapter 6~

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I grabbed  a large glass of red wine and curled up onto the sofa.

I miss Phil.

I buried my head into the sofa arm. I grunted and got up. I brought my knees up to my chin and took a sip of red wine. Oh god. What do i do.

Stop Dan.

I had to go and fuck everything up. And Phil's slutty girlfriend doesn't help either. I could be so much better for him if he wasn't so goddamn stupid.

Wait what. B- better for him. What am I thinking. I'm straight.

I'm straight.I'm straight.I'm straight.I'm straight.I'm straight.I'm straight.I'm straight.I'm straight.

This is just hormones...

I fel the salty wetness of tears rushing down my cheeks as i think. Of him. Of me. Of everything. I hear the shuffling of feet and a very tired Phil walks into the room. Slightly intoxicated, but seemingly sober enough.

My eyes widen and I get up as fast as lightning bolts and thump to my room.

"Dan. W-were you c-crying." Phil's tipsy state caused him to trip over his words.

I shout frustratingly and hit my head against the wall then slump down against the door. Blocking the feeble attempts at opening it.


*Patricia!!*

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