Dear Dan,
Hello, again. It's Phil. I thought it was pretty crazy that you actually responded to my email today. You texted me. With a simple, "hey phil. it's dan. got ur email."
I did my best to act cool about it.
I sent back "wow! cool to hear frm u. how have u been?"
But I guess I should really update you on myself, if that makes sense.
I'm still Phillip Michael Lester. But now I'm 14 years old. I have black hair now, cause I didn't really like my natural hair color too much. My favorite band is Muse, and my favorite color is blue. Um... Nothing else really comes to mind. So... That's me. That's the story of Phil. I'm a boring little cucumber, aren't I?
But continuing with my story.
We talked for a bit, and I told you some about me, and you told me some about you, and we chatted about music and Pokèmon and such. You're a really nice guy, Dan. I wish more people were like that. Comfortable and kind. Now I'm imagining a million little Dan robots running around the planet. I should stop thinking.
So anyway, at one point, I mentioned that I still live in the same place I did when we were younger, and guess what? You only live 15 minutes away! I immediately tried to casually suggest hanging out sometime in the near future, but you sorta shot me down. You told me you didn't really go out much, which I guess I understand. Thing is, it was a pretty big let down for me. However, I think maybe the guilt of rejecting such a lonely individual got to you after a bit.
"ok... as long as we don't go anywhere too crowded, we should hang out."
I smiled to myself. I knew this sorta run-down little ice skating place that hardly anyone goes to anymore. Perfect for someone who doesn't like crowds.
To my amazement, you agreed to the offer, and we set our plans for a meeting there. In all honesty, my hands were shaking like crazy by the time our conversation ended.
Right at this moment, I'm looking around at the walls of my bedroom. And I'm just realizing how bare it is in here... My plain, cream-colored walls could be covered in photographs of me and all my friends, out having a great time together. But no. Just plain, boring, sad little walls. Kinda like my life... Right? But I think right now there's a splash of color up there somewhere. And that's you.
-Phil
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Love is Our Resistance
FanfictionI looked deep into his eyes, held my breath, and promised myself I'd never let myself forget these moments. So I wrote them on paper, and stuffed them in a desk drawer. If you ever find yourself trapped in one of life's countless head-numbing night...
