Dear Sweet Love - Phan

Nineteen.

Tuesday, December 8th, 2015;
I still have that memory, always in the back of my mind. Maybe if I describe it, it'll go away. Maybe I'll stop thinking about it, and I'll be back to who I was. Or maybe it's helping me realize who I am, though it's annoying me greatly and I don't want it anymore.
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"Hey Phil!", I heard Chris yell, a huge smile drawn on his face. His eyes were looking in my way sweetly, his hair was a little messy, and his cheeks tinted pink. He wore a grey Doctor Who shirt with the blue T.A.R.D.I.S. and David Tennant at its side, and white-colored shorts that stopped at his knees. I was a little surprised he was wearing shorts and not pants or the usual black skinny jeans. It was hot outside for once though, so I didn't make a fuss about it. He had white earplugs in his ears, the cable ending torwards his front pockets, where probably contained his phone or his old mp3 we tease him about sometimes. His left hand was raised in the air, saluting me, while the other was hidden behind his back. I beamed at him, and shouted so that he could hear me since he was a bit far from myself:
"Did you actually ran?"
He laughed and nodded then walked rapidly in my direction. He took one of his earplugs off as he got closer to me.
I shot a glance behind him, where were standing a little group of people. I noticed a tall girl around of Dan's age with long red hair staring at us looking confused and a man at her side with brown and ginger hair with sunglasses on. There was also two other men laughing and looking at one's phone's screen.
"What are you guys doing here?", I asked. I think I saw the ginger boy once in one if Chris' birthday parties, playing "Smells Like Teen Spirit" on his guitar in the kitchen. He had one of those teasing grins you couldn't forget easily. The others didn't remind me of anyone, maybe except the pale-haired guy with the phone in his hands chuckling, but I couldn't recall where I met him.
"It had been long since I didn't met them, and we just decided to walk in town for a bit. Did I told you I met them at an airport?"
I smiled at them and waved, but only the ginger boy replied by shouting a 'hello', while the girl was still staring at us and the others kept glancing at the screen and laughing as if they saw the most hilarious thing in their lives.
"I don't think you did!", I replied.
Chris nodded, and continued.
"I was back from that trip, and those guys were playing "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams", and you know how much I love that song. So I was a little high on caffeine and started singing with Reb", he pointed the girl, "and with Gale", his finger was now torwards the boy with the long blonde hair, "and the little brat there was playing guitar.", he looked at the ginger. "They are Canadian though, so I can't see them that often."
I nodded.
"Do you want to hang with us?"
I looked at Chris, and saw a faint spark of hope shown in his face. I smiled and replied:
"Sure, why not. I have to text Dan first though."
A faint sound escaped his lips, but I ignored it, and pulled my phone out.
"Hey Dan I met Chris and his friends in the streets and I'll hang with them for a bit:3"
I closed my phone then walked with the brown-haired man to join the others. As I approached I could have a good look on his friends.
Gale was a little smaller than me. His hair was pale brown with strands of blonde, they hid the back of his neck and were separated in the middle of his pale forehead. His eyes were of a blue that turned more grey, filled with sparkles caused by happiness. He had of what seemed a birthmark on his right arm, visible as he was wearing a sleeveless red and pink flannel. At his side were a brown-haired boy of around 20 years old, as tall as Gale. He had long eyelashes and maroon irises with tints of yellow around the pupils. He was laughing endlessly, gasping on air, having difficulty to breathe. Acne scars were noticeable on his cheeks. The boy was wearing an AC/DC t-shirt and dark blue jeans, and he looked really young.
The girl was looking at me curiously now. She had a little nose and dark brown eyes, and her red hair was shining due to the sun. She had lines of eyeliner on her eyelids, and her lips were covered by some dark red lipstick. A black dress hid her body from the eyes of the others, though you could see her back behind the thin fabric.
The ginger had took off his sunglasses, and I could see his eyes that were very similar to Dan's. It made me smile. He had pale lips similar to mine. The boy introduced himself.
"Hey, I'm Jay."
He showed me his hand, and I placed mine in his and shook it.
"I'm Phil."
"I know.", he replied, shooting a teasing glance at Chris. I looked at my friend, who was glaring evilly at 'Jay'.  I snorted, unaware of what it was about.
I looked at 'Reb', waiting for her to introduce herself with a smile. But as she just stared back, I laughed and asked:
"What's your name?"
She mumbled something that ressembled:
"Rebecca."
I nodded. She didn't seem really friendly with me, but maybe she was shy, but it didn't really bother me.
Gale looked away from his phone and said:
"I'm Gale."
And the other boy said:
"I'm Jeremy."
I smiled at them. They seemed nice.
"Wait. You're AmazingPhil right?", Jeremy added with a shy smile on his lips. I nodded. I thought Chris would have told him who I was, but it's true that he didn't talk to me about this Jeremy. Maybe he was just the others' friends and decided to came here with them. That would be possible. Or he just didn't listen or care.
"Someone's going to murder me."
The boys started laughing again, except Chris and Reb that seemed confused. I brushed it off and looked at my friend while he asked:
"Can we go on?"
We then traveled in town, walking in the streets for around two hours. Rebecca (I really did heard right) wanted to stop at some shops, but the guys just ignored her and kept joking around. Chris always was at my side, as he knew I was feeling uncomfortable with so many people I didn't know of. He also bought me candies and I hugged him. It seemed to make him happy a lot.
I chatted with that boy Jeremy quite a bit also. He liked the same kind of animes that I do, and was actually 18 of age. We were 10 years of difference but it felt like none. He seemed very nice.
I learned that they were French Canadian, though I did have guess they weren't from America or England. Reb had a huge accent and had trouble speaking English.

Then, at one point, they decided to go back at their hotel. Reb kissed Chris on the cheek and Jay and Gale waved at us. Jeremy asked to take a picture with me ("I want proof that I met you, my friend that didn't came here is a huge fan of yours") and said "goodbye." Chris and them planned to meet the next day.
I decided to stay with Chris a while before calling a taxi and coming back at home. I was tired from meeting with all those people and I wanted to see Dan again. He was probably a little mad at me for not returning home since we were supposed to continue watching "The Blue Exorcist" while eating crisps and popcorn, and maybe work on a video.
Chris then sighed. I glanced at him and chuckled.
"What is it?", I asked.
He looked down at his shoes, a serious look on his face. His brows were creating marks on his forehead and a pout replaced his usual smile.
"I guess I need to tell you something."
I felt my heart tighten.
What is it?
Did do something?
"Phil..."
He took my hand.
"I like you."
I stiffened. I never thought he would say that. I didn't know if I should believe him. And why me? What do I have that would make him like me?
He probably saw the confusion in my face, so he raised himself a little with his feet.
And he kissed me.
The thing that startled me the most is that I wasn't disgusted. I took it as it was normal, that another guy kissed me. I always thought I was straight, but now... It just surprised me. I didn't have any feelings for Chris for sure, the butterflies wasn't there. All I felt was his lips on mine.
I pushed him lightly, and I could saw in his eyes the disappointment. The sadness.
"I-I'm sorry Chris, I have to go."
I was shocked, of him, his feelings and of myself.
He sighed.
"It's okay Phil."
I think I started to ran.
"Phil!"
Then I took my phone out.
"You're not as straight as you think you are! C-come back Phil! We need to talk!"
I dialed Dan's number.
"Phil? Why aren't you back?"
I turned around the corner, panting.
"Phiiil?"
"I-I'm here."
He snorted.
"I know you're there, I can here your breathing sounds. Why did you call me?"
I didn't reply, so he asked again.
"Why did you call me?"
"Ch-Chris kissed me."
And then Dan called a taxi for me, and we did as we firstly planned, while Dan was comforting me in his arms.