phil lester had always interested me. i'm not sure if it was the fact that he rarely spoke to anyone but me, or if it was the fact that i have been madly in love with him since the day we met.
I knew nothing about him, although he knew everything about me. i knew nothing about his family, his home life, if he had pets, his music taste, his favorite color, not even his middle name.
i wanted to get to know him because i honestly felt i was in love with this interesting black-haired boy, but everytime I tried to ask him about himself he would change the subject, run away from me, or completely ignore me.
yes, you heard me right, he would run away or ignore me. i don't take any offense, though, because i can already tell by the look of his eyes whenever i ask the questions he doesn't want to talk about it. not at school, at least.
but that was before he invited me to his house.
