Guess Who? // Phan

Thirty Eight

I stood up. "I should get going," I spoke. And before they could reply I had grabbed my bag and was half way leaving the door.

"Wait Phil! Let me drive you!" Dan shouted.

"I'd rather walk thanks," I said harshly and slammed the door.

I walked as fast I could. I didn't want to turn around, I didn't want to face the world, I wanted to be at home. I wanted to lay in bed and get the image of his face out of my head.

Why did you have to kiss me Dan Howell!?

I sulked as I walked, kicking my feet against the pavement.

What am I supposed to do now?