MALADRESSE ✞

1.2

GUESS WHO IS UPDATING AGAIN BECAUSE THEY ARE ILL AND IS GETTING ANNOYED WITH TOMB RAIDER?!

I'm now working on the next chapter because I am actually getting into the book again and Phan is here! Not fully, but it's getting here. I don't want to rush into anything for the simple reason I read to many books that although they're awesome... I believe they just rush into things so fast it's like, "Hi. I'm Phil... wanna hook up?" I know it isn't AHS, but come on, that's what it personally feels like. Some books can work it with the plot, but with some others like this one, I believe that you have to work it in. I've rushed a lot so I can't really say anything 😂

Enjoy.

I groan and I sit up. I wiping the never-ending tears that have been sliding down my cheeks during my sleep and abrupt awakening, after that particular nightmare I'm surprised it was just tears and not screams like every other time... What was different?

"Dan?" I hear a deep gruff voice say.

I turn slightly and see Phil rubbing his eyes and looking at me with worry and concern in his amazing blue eyes. Ever since that night where I let him stay with me as long as he wanted; we decided to make it permanent. He moved in a week later and although he was quick to sort him room with his green and blue Ikea bed sheets, he still manages to fall asleep next to me in my identical but black and grey one. Sometimes while I'm asleep he will just crawl into my bed and snuggle up beside me. Not that I mind or anything.    

"I'm fine," I say quickly.

"Don't lie," he says sternly. "That is the one thing that I hate the most... Please don't do it to me."

"I just had a nightmare, that's all."

"Want to talk about it?" He asks gently.

"No," I whisper.

"Alright then," he says and pulls me into his chest, hugging me as I cry the remaining tears away.

"How does breakfast sound?"

I smile and sniffle. "Sounds great."

We both get out of bed and saunter into the kitchen, I get out the ingredients and make scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes... What? I was hungry, alright?!

After it was cooked me and Phil just sat there eating and talking about everything. Soon we were laughing about our previous -and extremely disastrous- relationships.

"What started your relationship with Chris?" I ask, slyly stealing a piece of his bacon.

"Well, we met in... a club... Yes, I don't usually go to a club because the thought of having to socialise and go out makes me-" he says before he shudders. I giggle and nod in agreement.

"Well anyway, Chris was the one who was socialising with everyone and he made it his mission to have a full five to ten minute conversation with everyone... And soon enough I was the last person on his list, but because I'm the anti-social penguin that I am... I just stared at him as he rambled on about something then he mentioned Iron Man and that was it and I ended up talking to him for the next hour, we exchanged numbers and it went from there."

I smile and nod at him, knowing just how relatable it was, being anti-social and sitting by myself in any social events.

"What about you and Peej?" He asks.

"Well, we were best friends in high school, there were four of us, but it was more me and him and the other two, he helped me through hard times and through the period in time where I was sectioned into a mental health ward. He was the only person who gave a shit about me, really, my mom was going through a hard time with the divorce and... Yeah, my life just went spiralling into a deep hole that I had to slowly and painfully claw myself out of.

"Peej and I were as close as could possibly be after I was granted release from the ward. People always joked about us dating, but we didn't really take in what they were saying. Pj got a job at the coffee shop while I went to college for a bit and that kind of put a space between us... When my insomnia got the best of me I started visiting the coffee shop more and more often and me and Peej got closer than ever before...

"I grew a tiny crush on someone, but that thought was crushed to tiny pieces with a mallet when I realised this person wasn't interested and was dating someone else. Peej got evicted, I invited him to live with me, I cheered him up, we lived together for a few months, then we just sort of... Got together. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing, I had something on my mind and out of nowhere I had the impulse to kiss him; so I did and it just sort of went from there."

Phil looked at me and I looked back, his blue eyes against my brown pair, it was as if we were both looking for answers in each other's eyes that we wanted... But we didn't know what.

I clear my throat and look away, grabbing both of our plates and putting them in the sink before walking into my bedroom. I close my door and face planted my bed, I groan into my covers.

Did I make it uncomfortable?

Did I really tell him I was sectioned?

Does he think that I'm a freak now?

"Dan?" I hear from the other side of the door.

"Yeah?" I shout loud enough for him to hear me although my face is firmly pushed into the covers.

"Hello from the other side!" He sings and I laugh.

"Phil," I say, dragging on the 'l' while I sit up on my bed.

"Yes?"

"You used to call me on my cell phone,"

"That's it. You ruined it. Screw you."

"Phil,"

"What?"

"Is it too late now to say I'm sorry?" I sing.

"It's too late to apologise, it's too late," he sings back.

"What do you meme?"

"Darlin' I'm a nightmare dressed like a gay meme,"

"Okay, that's a good one."

I hear him laugh, he's still standing outside my door.

"Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

Instead of answering him, I just walk over to the door quietly and I open it. We just stand there looking at each other, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. We've been living together for a month as yet we always seem to be looking at each other... we don't say anything, we just stare at each other until one of us looks away.

"Want to play Mario Karts?" I blurt out.

Phil smirks. "Only if you're prepared to get your ass kicked." 

We walked into the living room and played multiple courses, all of which I had won. We played it best out of three in the beginning, then we played it so Phil customised my kart (he chose the worst combination out) then we played the I could only play while sitting upside down.

And I still managed to beat him.

"Oh come on, Phil, it's only a game!"

"And my pride!"

"Nobody is going to know besides me!"

"You could tell someone!"

"Really? Who could I possibly tell? I've got three friends, two of which are still in another country,"

Phil looks at me. (here we go again) "who's the third?"

"The same person who doesn't want me telling anyone."

Phil smiles. "You're beginning to grow on me, Mr Howell,"

"I sure hope so, Mr Lester, or there would be a problem."