The Boy With The Whiskers; Phan

I Guess Today Isn't My Day.

The next morning is a bit of a blur. There really isn't anything to do.

I can't go out, because it's literally pouring, and I can't eat because the fridge is empty. I guess today is just not my day.

I walk downstairs, and miss a step. I feel my life flash before my eyes; Ironically, and land on the floor with a thud. I wince, and get up. I guess today isn't my day.

I shrug it off, thinking it's nothing. When suddenly, I feel something moving behind me, and when I turn to see what it is, it's a houseplant about to tip over! I dash over to catch it, and accidentally  bump into a mirror, and it falls and smashes on the floor. I go get a broom, and pick up the glass shards. I guess today really ins't my day.

Coincidence? Right? I hope so, because when I go make a bowl of cereal, THERE"S NO MILK.

THIS IS NOT MY DAY.

I collapse from betrayal on the couch.

"I guess today isn't my day." I mumble to myself, my voice cracking at the end. What? Now I'm losing my voice? Fantastic. 

Dan walks in, and sees me on the couch. I groan. "I hate myself." I say.

"What? Why?" he says, coming over and sitting by me. "The world is against me."

He laughs, and I roll my eyes slightly. "It's not funny, I feel like death."

He kisses my cheek lightly, expecting me to react, but my heart wasn't in it. 

He frowns, expecting something. He sighs, and stands up to walk away.

I grab his hand, not wanting him to leave upset.

"There is no way you're leaving this room upset, Dan."

He looks at me and smirks, "Kiss me, you spork." I smile lightly, and pull him into a light kiss. We pull away.

He sits down on the couch, but I decide to stand up. He gets impatient and grabs my waist and pulls me toward him. I look down at him, and his eyes are filled with bright light. I decide to sit down.

Dan and I lay together, our fingers intertwined, and Dan lovingly stroking my hair. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear, how he loves me, and pointing out all the things he loves.

He holds me, and hears everything I have to say. Not speaking, just listening. At this point, I feel completely emotionless, like everything was alright. Nothing could go wrong.

"What happens after all this?" I manage to say. "What?"

"After all this, the videos, and the rest of it?"

"Well all that's left is to really find ourselves." He tightens his grip on my hand. "But what if I don't?"

"You will."

"And what then?" I say, waiting for him to answer.

He makes me look directly into his eyes, "You'll have to find me."