Dear Phil,
The evening we had was... Much better than I expected. I got there before you, so, as usual, I lodged myself in the very back table of the run down, practically empty establishment you had somehow convinced me to show up to. I would be lying if I said I wasn't constantly checking my phone to see the time. I walked in with the slight speculation that you would stand me up, which grew more and more with each passing minute.
And, oh boy, that's when you swooped in and saved the day by scaring the crap out of me. Wasn't that fun?
Honestly, you looked nothing like I'd pictured you would now. Longish blackened hair, super pale skin... Kind of a weird nose but not really in a bad way. I remembered those eyes though. The bluish-greenish color with little specks of yellow/gold in them. They gave me a lot of comfort... reminded me that I wasn't here with a stranger.
Allow me to apologize for looking so startled at first. I have the tendency to get zoned out at odd times, and when you slid in to the chair across from me, you sort of snapped me back to reality.
We talked for a while, catching up, getting to know each other more. The more we talked, the bigger your smile got. I could tell you were having a really good time. I even found myself enjoying being there with you, which is odd to say the least. Typically, I'd only leave my house if it was literally on fire, but when you asked me here, whatever was left of my good conscience decided that you needed a friend.
"So... would you like to go out on the ice with me?"
You asked excitedly, already reaching for your skates.
"Hah... I'd rather not, if you don't mind."
Your face fell. Guilt instantly washed over me, but God, I would've rather lost a hand in the vending machine than actually gone out there. I'd be like a giraffe on ice skates. More like a roach. Just sitting inside the ice skate. A dead one. Without legs.
"I'm sorry, Phil, I just... I'm awkward, and lazy, and I hate being in public. Even if there's hardly anyone here."
You still looked a bit disappointed, but nodded and sat back down. I held back a chuckle at your sweet, child-like demeanor. It was kind of annoying, but still pretty cute.
"H-hey, what if... What if we just hung out at your house next time? Then maybe you would be more comfortable, and we could have loads of fun."
I smiled, and rolled my eyes. You really were desperate, weren't you?
"Sure. Come spend the night, this weekend, if you want."
Your eyes lit up with excitement and you nodded vigorously.
"Yeah! Okay!
How cute.
-Dan
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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...
