Symbols (Phan)

Chapter 6

Me and Phil woke up early, partly because my bed really wasn’t made for two people, but mostly because my curtains weren’t dark enough so it was too light to actually sleep- thanks for that. I squinted my eyes, the blinding light making it hard to adjust and keep them open for more than five minutes.

"Morning Dan!" Phil smiled sleepily- god his morning voice was the sexiest thing I swear. No not a good time Dan.

"Morning- god It’s too early!" I groaned rolling back down into my cover which was way to warm to leave right now.

"Aha come on lazy guts!" He laughed getting up and stretching, his forearms rippling- no Dan seriously stop. Yes he’s gay and yes he’s hot and just your type but really- NOT THE RIGHT TIME I mentally shouted to myself. 

I slowly got out the bed, peeling the warm cover off of my body, leaving me shivering slightly. We went down the stairs to the smell of my mum making bacon sandwiches. “Ah thanks mum!” I smiled sitting down at the breakfast table and scoffing my face with the delicious fattiness. “So what do you want to do today?” I asked, spraying crumbs everywhere as I did so.

"Park?" Phil replied taking another nibble of his own. "I know there’s a cool park down the road- one with a lake" He smiled. Once we had finished and cleaned our things away we went back up-stairs. "By the way- you’re hair looks really cute curly" He giggled.

Oh god I forgot about my hair- great. “It looks horrible- I have to straighten it all the time!” I laughed.

He shook his head “It looks nice- keep it”. I shook my head “I wont straighten my hair either, and look my just flies everywhere!” He pointed to the random black strands pointing out at all odd angles.

I sighed but accepted- after all he thought it was cute right? We got dressed, me in the bathroom again. I put on my tight black skinnies and a Drop Dead cat top that I loved, I walked back into the room Phil was wearing equally as tight black jeans and a tight blue polo which made his eyes stand out so immensely. 

Saying a goodbye to my mum we walked out the house, it was a little windy- but hey this was England. He guided the way to the park and when we got there we realised that we were basically the only ones occupying the place, bar an owner and two dogs.

We went over to the lake “Can you skim rocks?” Phil asked picking up one and expertly skimming it over the shimmering surface.

"Um not really" I answered trying to find a smooth rock to skim- though it ended out more a lob making me sigh. 

"Just keep trying" He answered holding out more rocks.

"So when did you become so good?" I mock teased trying to throw yet another failed stone.

"I come out here on my own a lot- to think mainly" He grinned taking one from hand and skimming it further than I could throw. "Anyway" He chuckled poking my side making me squirm- god I was too ticklish for my own good. He realised what had happened and did it again making him laugh.

"Get off!" I squealed running away, he came after me, wrapping his arms around my waist and tackling me to the floor. He went for my neck sending screams of laughter and pleas out of my mouth.

He stopped looking me deep in the eye. He looked down at my wrist again- Oh yeah I nearly forgot, my Blue symbol, the one that matched so perfectly to his. He leant down and kissed me. It took me a few moments to register before I kissed back, it getting more heated as time went, I cupped his cheek pulling him closer and he whimpered slightly. 

I felt it, I felt every (as cliche as it is) firework go off, every bang, every fizz. I felt my stomach bubble- this felt perfect. I had never felt like this before- I was on cloud nine.

Just then we were disturbed, by a voice. A voice I didn’t want to hear especially at this moment, it was cruel and reminded me off the fights at school.

"I should have known you two faggots were up to something"