360 Days

357 days...

I awoke with a horrible head ache and sweat dripping down my face. I wiped my forehead with my palm and took several deep breathes.

Oh god, what now?

I tore off the white covers of the spare bed and stared into the long mirror beside me.

"Bloody hell..." I whispered to myself.

I stared miserable at the sweaty skeleton before me and dried my face with my black shirt.

I'm sick! Fantastic...

I scanned my reflection in the mirror and noticed how dingy the glass was. My eyes panned down to a small crack in the corner of the frame.

"Daniel! Are you awake?" I heard Phil's voice come closer to the bedroom door.

I cleared my throat, "I'm awake!" I hid my mouth under my hand and muffled a cough escaping from my throat.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Phil stopped by the closed bedroom door.

"Uh-um, sure," I stumbled and wiped my face once again.

I slowly stood on my feet and rubbed my aching head with my fingers before exiting the room and stepping down the hallway.

I entered the kitchen and noticed Phil pouring milk into a bowl of Cheerios.

"You like cereal, right?" Phil raised an eyebrow. I quickly nodded my head and sat at the table.

Phil was wearing black jeans and a blue button up shirt with his hair properly combed to the side. Why does he look all nice? I mean he always looks nice, but why does he look dressed up?

"Where are you off to?" I asked with a slight scratch in my throat.

"I'm going to Valentine's for a bit," Phil answered and grabbed a black jacket off of a chair "You don't mind staying here for a bit, do you?"

I sunk my back into the chair and slightly nodded my head.

"Great!" Phil chimed "I'll be back in a few hours. See you later, Dan," Phil waved and strolled through the front door.

"Bye," I mumbled under my breath.

I twirled the spoon around in the bowl before letting it collapse into the sides.

"Not hungry," I muttered to myself and poured the milk into the sink.

I leaned into the counted and tapped a piano melody onto the surface that only I could hear.

I turned my attention to the fridge. A picture of Phil and a girl that I assumed was Valentine was hanging from the door.

She had long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. Her smile was perfect and she had dimples peeking from her cheeks.

Not. Fair.

I shook my head and glanced over to a laptop placed on the couch.

Just Phil's laptop...nothing interesting about that.

What the hell am I talking about? I need to see Phil's laptop!

....for buying Valentine a present of course....

I plopped my self on the couch and flipped open the lap top.
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-shannon