Meeting Phil

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I woke up at 11 in the morning. It was quite early for me. I stretched my arms above my head, making a dying whale noise.

I opened my wardrobe doors and pulled out my MCR shirt and black jeans. I checked my phone for any notifications. There were none. I sighed, knowing I was a loser and had no friends.

I trudged out the door of my flat. I was craving a mocha so I walked to the Starbucks down the street. There was no line, which wS surprising. I opened the glass doors and ordered a simple chocolate mocha. I noticed the guy who was making my mocha. His eyes were bright blue, unlike mine, which were brown. I turned my attention to my phone.

"Dan Howell?" A voice called out. My head shot up, messing my hair up. The blue eyed guy had finished my mocha. His voice was smooth. Like silk. I liked it.

"Thanks erm..... Phil." He looked at me and nodded.

"You uh... You live in the flat next to me." I nod. I've never seen him before.

"Are you new to the neighbourhood?" Phil nodded. I nod back and take a deep breath.

"You uh.... Wanna come over to my flat after you get off work?" His eyes lit up, making them look beautiful. I sighed.

"Sure!" Phil nodded. I laughed and told him I'll be home all day so when ever he wanted to come over. I then. walked back out onto the streets of London, shivering because of the cold.

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