Tales from the Multiverse

Amazing - Phil Lester

Video in bold italics. [For some reason (because Wattpad is awful), even though all of the text is in bold italics in the draft, it doesn't always translate to the published chapter. You should still be able to figure out which parts are video, though.]

It's about midnight. You're in your room, already in your pyjamas for the night, putting away the various and sundry clothes scattered about your floor and piled at the foot of your bed (you've been procrastinating putting them away for awhile because effort), when a soft knock raps on your door.

"Come in," you say with your head still stuck in your wardrobe.

The door opens and one of your flatmates, Phil, pokes his head in. "Whatcha doin?" he asks, taking a few steps into your room.

"What's it look like, dummy?" you snort drily, rolling your eyes at him good-naturedly.

"You're a girl, right?" he blurts out suddenly, staring at the toes of his socks (mismatched, of course) fixedly as a blush slowly creeps onto his face.

You give him a what-kind-of-question-is-that look. "Yes, Phil, I'm a girl. Why?"

He looks up at you from the tops of his big puppy dog eyes. "I need girl advice," he says shyly.

You laugh and gesture towards your bed. "Sit down and tell Dr Y/N all your problems." You turn back to the wardrobe and continue putting away clothes as he begins to speak.

"Well, there's just this girl I really like... I mean, I REALLY fancy her. And I don't know if she likes me as well..." he mumbles. Your bed springs creak as he shifts on the mattress. "It's been awhile since I've had to deal with this kind of stuff."

"Who is she?" you ask curiously.

"She's... Er, I'd rather not say at this point. But she's amazing," Phil assures you.

"Tell me about her," you demand, folding a t-shirt and being careful not to look at Phil.

"Well, she's... She's beautiful. She's got these eyes that drive me insane and a great sense of humour. She's full of energy and she's endlessly sweet... I... I dunno... She does this thing with her mouth and every time she does it it's all I can do to keep myself from kissing her. I just want to hold her all the time. She's... Amazing." Phil's voice wavers oddly, but you can still tell by his tone that he's completely head over heels for this girl. "And she's got some stunning legs." You feel a jealous twinge deep in your midsection. She must be really special to get Phil talking like this.

You put away the last shirt and join Phil, sitting criss cross on top of the duvet. You pout sympathetically at him and say, "Aw, Phil, you've really got it bad, haven't you?"

He blushes and nods sheepishly, picking at the duvet. His lips twitch, maybe because he's trying not to smile.

"How'd you meet her?" You're wondering who this mystery girl is. You have a sneaking suspicion that it might be Bryony.

"YouTube," Phil replies vaguely. Your heart drops a little bit. It must be Bryony, then. Oh, stop moping, Bryony is a great girl, you reprimand yourself.

"Okay, so what's your problem again?" You rest your chin on your hand, studying his face.

"I don't know if she likes me. I really fancy her, and sometimes I think maybe she feels the same way, but she's naturally very affectionate with all her close friends so I'm afraid I might be misconstruing her actions. Also, she's always talking about how hot other guys are or whatever. What if I don't measure up to her?" Phil's brow furrows and he looks genuinely crushed at the mere thought. Your heart breaks a little for him. If only he knew how wonderful he is...