Phil
When I get home, I am still trying to figure out what happened. Did I kiss him? Did he kiss me? Does he hate me because we kissed? I have no idea. All I remember is calling him a miracle, him shutting those melted chocolate eyes, and the feeling of what I can only call total exhilaration. I sighed, thinking about the beauty of it all.
What was Dan doing right now? Does he hate me? Is he as confused as I am?
I was so busy thinking that I didn't notice the table in front of me.
I crashed into it, sending cups and papers everywhere. Ouch....
Then I looked at the time. Crap! My parents were going to be here in a hour, and I needed to clean up vomit, cups, glass, and THEN make everything spotless! I wish I had someone helping me.
Someone with the biggest brown eyes....
STAY FOCUSED PHIL!
Great, let's start cleaning up the party mess, then we'll worry about the mess I made with Dan.
One thing at a time.
