I'd Do Anything: A Phanfiction

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I woke up the next morning still entangled in Phil’s arms. I guess I must've turned around during the night somehow because I was facing the back of the couch, so it’d be hard to get up even if I wanted to. However oddly enough, I had no desire or intentions of getting up. I felt so warm and comfortable right there. 

Jessica.

I swallowed hard when I remembered last night. I really wish there were a CTRL+Z option in real life. But then I wouldn’t be in the position I was in right now. Phil was loosely spooning me with his arms drapped lazily over my waist.

I blinked. No, I’d trade this for going back to before the picture was spread. I wouldn’t need comforting if we were never black-mailed in the first place. Or hey – what if we had never kissed?

That was probably my biggest mistake/most regrettable moment of my life ever. This beats out any of those cringe worthy childhood stories.

Actually, I kind of wanted to get up now. I started trying to twist around in Phil’s arms without waking him up. This proved itself to be a difficult task with only one arm. I failed of course. I managed to flip myself around so I was now facing Phil, but he stirred. His eyes started to blink open and he licked his lips and yawned a little.

“Dan?” Phil asked tiredly.

“Hmm?” I asked hoping he would just drift back to sleep.

“Where… we’re in Jamaica.” He said answering his own question before he could even finish it.

“Yep.” I said

“How long have you been up?” He asked.

“Just a minute or two.” I lied.

“Right.” He said letting a silence fall over us. I avoided looking at his eyes because at this point I really just wanted to get up. However, I snuck a glance at his face and highly regretted it. He was staring at me and it put me in a trance to where I couldn’t look away.

Blue. The lightest, deepest blue ever. I bet the water here wouldn’t be as blue. I remembered back to the last radio show we had where something similar happened, and Phil's eyes put me in an entrancement where all I could see was blue. Not just any blue, but I was at a loss for words when trying to describe them. They could only be described as indescribably blue. How long had he been looking at me?

“Breakfast?” He asked finally pulling me out of my trance. What was that all about!? I nodded at him, still looking at his eyes. He pulled his arms away from me, and sat up. I got up next and sat on the edge of the couch.

What the hell just happened? And Phil? I must be jetlagged.

I got up and went to join Phil in the kitchen. “We have Jamaican cereal!” Phil exclaimed as if nothing had just happened 30 seconds ago.

“Really?” I asked walking over to join him.

“Yes!” He said, holding up a box of Apple Jacks.

“Phil I think that’s American cereal.” I said.

“Let’s eat it though!” Phil said searching though the cabinets and drawers for two bowls and two spoons. I sat at the table while Phil poured me a bowl and then he poured himself one. Now typically we wouldn’t be eating at the table, but if you did sit at the table, then there was a wonderful view of a sunrise over the ocean.

The array of pinks and oranges reflected off the translucent water.

 I ate my cereal quickly and told Phil I wanted to go swimming. I was excited to go swimming because the water temperature here was supposed to be around 28 degrees even though it was only the 15th of April.