After the guys let me be i settle myself on 'my' bed and sigh, what can i say? Moving is hard. But for some reason i can't wipe this smile off of my face... I wonder why? several seconds later i hear muffled footsteps and Phil appears by my door. "It's time for breakfast Vi." he says happily. "I'm not hungry..." i say as Phil picks me up, "FLUORINE URANIUM CARBON KRYPTON YOU PHILLP!!!" i scream, pounding his back. " Vi, you need to eat, mum said you haven't eaten since tuesday, I'm worried." His eyebrows meet in the middle of his forehead just above his eyes as he plops me into the small chair and walks into the kitchen. I hear hushed voices and a loud thud, as if someone hit the counter really hard.
"Phil? Is everything okay?" I furrow my brow and hear a small choking noise, and Dan's voice seconds later, "Phil just dropped a pan on his foot." The little fucker is lying to me... I know it. I stand and grab my wallet and start to open the front door, " Where are you going?" I hear that winnie the pooh voice ask worriedly, "God Daniel, I'm just going to starbucks." I say, slightly irritated.
"I'll come with you!" He says grabbing his jacket, me already wearing a pusheen hoodie.
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We arrive after five minutes of awkward silence and several more of awkward communications. I step inside the door the warm smell of coffee filling my lungs and nose.
"What do you want?" He asks me
"A grande carmel macchiato!" I smile , ringing my hands in an attempt at keeping them warm. He orders and I dig through my wallet and he puts his hands on mine, "I got this one" he purrs as I blush and internally fangirl. I wonder how many times this has happened, how many lips his have kissed, how many people those hands have held, my face gets redder, not from the cold, or even embarrassment, but from... is that jealousy? It cant be, I have no feelings for him, do I? I can't it's impossible! The redness in my cheeks is slowly disappearing, and I start to calm, internally explaining to myself that I don't deserve any of this and it is dumb luck, I don't realize I am saying this aloud until I hear someone mumble 'nutter' Dan doesn't seem to notice and we stand in line a bit longer until the large woman infront of us, who looks strangely like Susan Boyle, leaves. Dan gives our orders to the barista and smiles. This boy will be the death of me.
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A Cold December
FanfictionI really suck at writing descriptions but I hope you like my story! ^J^ I wrote a poem for you ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE PURPLE THE DESCRIPTION SUCKS BUT THE STORY IS GOOD ***ON HIATUS***
