Dear Phil,

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Dan was nervous, to say the least. He was finally going on a date with Phil.

That is a thing. That is happening. My heart might explode. Cool, this is cool.

"Where are you two going?" His mom asked as Dan sat down for breakfast.

Dan choked. "We're going out to get some coffe, and then maybe take a drive down to the beach."

She smiled. "That sounds lovely. Be sure to be home before dinner, alright? I want to meet this Phil,"

"Yeah, for sure," Dan said.

"And dear?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"Love you too,"
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Ding dong! The doorbell rang.

He's here. Okay. I am okay.

Dan scooted down the stairs and flung open the door. "Hey," he said, totally not checking Phil out at all.

"Hey, Dan. How's it going?" Phil asked cheerfully.

Ray of sunshine ohmygod.

Dan shrugged. "Pretty well. My mom's at the store now, so you'll have to wait to be flooded with questions."

His eyes lit up when Phil laughed. "Oh, I can't wait to meet her!"

For a moment, they stared at each other. Then looked away. Silence dragged out.

"Um, want to get going? It's already 11:00." Phil offered.

Dan smiled. "Yeah, that'd be cool."

The drive to the cafè was soothing. Conversation just seemed to flow out of Phil, producing an endless amount of topics and laughter. The whole way there Dan was completely at ease.

When they reached the shop, Phil held the door open for a extremely red in the face Dan. After they ordered, Dan started to work up the courage to ask Phil questions.

"What are you thinking about?" Phil asked suddendly.

"Um, me? Uh, why do you ask?" Dan stammered, quickly becoming interested with his cup.

Phil smiled at him. Why is he so attractive. This should be against the law. My heart is literally pounding so hard. "You just looked like you were concentrating very hard on something," Phil said thoughtfully.

How did he... I don't even know. Do I even want to know?

"Err.. This may sound, um, stupid, but... What's your favorite colour?" Dan asked, stumbling over his words.

"Hmm.." Phil glanced out the window before answering. "Probably blue or green. They are both cool, actually," he informed Dan. "What's yours?"

"Er, red?"

"Is that an answer or a question?" Phil laughed.

Dan loved his laugh. It just made him so happy and content. He couldn't explain it, really... It was just incredible.

"Answer. Red, red is my favorite colour." He managed to say.

Phil suddendly got an excited look in his eye. He sipped his drink before speaking. "Let's play twenty questions! I do it all the time."

"R-Really? Okay, sure, we can do that. Um, want to go first?" Dan nodded.

"Yeah! Okay, first question: how many siblings do you have?"

Oh god oh god do I mention her or not?! He's going to find out anyway ahhhh okay. Okay.

Dan took a breath. "I have two younger siblings and had a sister my age." Phil looked confused. "She, um, committed suicide in highschool." He explained.