Dan's POV
Why in the hell did I tell him I didn't like him??
Why didn't I let him kiss me?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I maybe like Phil.
He goes to kiss me.
And then boom 'i don't like you' comes out????????
I shook my head.
Stupid. Stupid. Now he thinks I don't like him. If He was going to kiss me does that mean he likes me?
Well even if he did he's going to move on now because He believes I don't like him that way.
Ugh. Why stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid meeee.
I sat down against a wall a good distance away from the one Phil and I were just at.
I cried. I cried because I fucked up.
"I need to tell him how I really feel." I whispered to myself.
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I ran back to the wall we were at. He wasn't there.
I ran back to the house, slinging the door open. I saw Phil straight away, his ink black hair covering his face.
"Phil." I whispered. I walked up to him.
He looked at me before turning away.
I sighed stepping around him.
"Phil. Phil I lied. I lied back there." I said breathing in deeply.
"What do you mean?" He asked looking me in my eyes.
"I mean that when I said I didn't like you...I lied." I said looking down.
I felt Phil's hand on my chin.
"I want to try something." He whispered.
I looked up getting ready to ask what when I felt his lips touch mine.
They were chapped, but smooth at the same time.
I was shocked and stepped back, but Phil wrapped his arms around me.
It's a kiss dumbass. Kiss back.
I smiled and softly began moving my lips against Phil's as well. Just as quickly as it started it ended. Phil pulled away slowly.
"Phil..." I started, but was shocked to see that he was fading away like sand being blown about in the wind.
"Phil!" I said reaching for him, but he was gone.
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I was suddenly awoken by the sound of a sudden boom and to a bright light exploding over my face. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
What in the hell kind of dream was that?
I thought to myself. I don't know a Phil Lester. There aren't any book stores around here that I know.
Why was my love interest a boy?
I shook my head and stood up, I didn't care what time it was. I walked down to the kitchen making me some cereal.
I'm still 18 right? This dream has me fucked up.
While eating my cereal I got on my phone. 6:51 am.
I groaned and walked back upstairs going back to bed.
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I woke up, fully rested at about 10. The gnawing feeling of Phil at the corners of my brain.
Who was he?
Did I make him up?
Why did I dream about him?
I heard my room door open and I looked up seeing my Uncle Rick.
"Get up you piece of shit." He growled.
"Uhm. In case you can't see I am up, dumbshit." I mumbled.
Should've held your tounge.
I felt my uncles hand swipe across my face and I held in a cry of pain.
"Don't back talk me you disgrace." He said before stumbling out of my room.
Drunk. He's always drunk. Ever since she died he's been guzzling down loads of alcohol everyday. Yelling at me everyday. Beating on me everyday.
I'm 18 I should just leave I know, but I can't. I don't know what's holding me back. Maybe the fact that I have nowhere to go. No money. Still no someone.
I sighed and stood up, getting dressed.
Thankfully last week was the last day of school for forever. No more black eyes from the kids there.
I grabbed my jacket and quietly snuck out of the house.
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I opened the door to the coffee shop right when someone walked out. It was like a cliche. Why in the movies does the person not scream in an agonizing sound of pain like I did when the coffee is spilled on them?
The boy in front if me bent down and picked up his cup.
He was wearing a bright blue jumper and black skinny jeans.
"Sorry mate." He said standing up and looking at me.
His hair was ink black and he had a fringe like mine. I looked into his eyes. The deep beautiful blue orbs staring back at me. I knew those eyes. That voice. The hair. Even the bright blue jumper for Christ's sake.
"Phil?" I asked. The boy tilted his head.
"Yeah. I'm Phil. I'm sorry, but do I know you?" He asked.
Of course he doesn't know. It was my dream. I doubt we had the same one.
"No. No. Uh. You just look like a Phil." I said awkwardly turning to walk away.
"Oh. Uhm okay! Have a nice day." Phil called after me.
I let out a breath. So Phil was a real guy. A real guy that I just met. A real guy that I like based off his character in a dream. If he's anything like that in real life I'm screwed.
I still don't understand how I dreamed of Phil. I mean I just met him. Just now. How did I dream about him the night before. That's some freaky stuff right there...
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Isn't it funny how a dream seems so real sometimes?
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~Cat xx
