Colorful | Phan | Completed

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Dan?" I woke the next morning to a soft voice.

"Mhm?" I grunted, keeping my eyes close.

"There's two letters here for you." Mom told me. "One of them is from an art school." My eyes fluttered open.

"The other one is from Phil."

I say up immediately, holding my hand out. I ripped open Phil's letter, grabbing at it as if it were a bomb about to explode.

Dan,

Lake. Midnight. If you can't sneak out I understand, but I'll wait 5 minutes after just in case.

Phil

I smiled. Phil hadn't been to school since we got back, and it'd be the first time I've seen him in a week.

The other letter was from a local art school. Not that prestigious, but still cool to hear from.

Mr. Daniel Howell,

We have received word from the school you are attending that you would be perfect for our program. We would like to meet with you whenever you wish. We wish to hear from you soon.

Great Bay School of Art
Rhonda Droppin
Headmistress

I had three top picks for art schools, and Great Bay wasn't one of them. I decided to hold my thoughts with tonight, and keep college off of my mind.

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By the time midnight rolled around, I was practically out the window. I threw some pillows under my blanket, closed my window, and shuffled down the side of the house. Typical.

I sprinted down the street to the alleyway, closing my eyes as I ran through the dark place.

At the edge of the lake was Phil, staring up at the sky.

I slowed my pace when I was closer, and my quick breathing gave my position away. Phil turned sharply, almost as if he had expected someone else.

It was almost a secret, since we both snuck out, but one that wouldn't mean all the much to either one of us.

"Phil." I whispered at his silhouette. His hair was the only thing I could clearly see in the light of the crescent moon.

"Hi." He muttered back, taking a step closer to me.

"Long time no see."

"Mhm." He replied.

"Are you... Are you going to NASA?"

I heard him laugh softly. "Yeah. My mom couldn't do that to me."

"When?"

"Next week."

"Well, you're obviously going to get in. I won't be able to see you again."

"That's not true. But if I did, we could just skype."

"It's not the same."

Phil's shoulders moved up and down, and he looked to the side.

I realized that if he had a job with the United States of America, I would never see him again. I had to do something quick, or I'd turn into PJ, desperate and hungry.

"Phil..." I mumbled.

"Mm?"

"Is there... Anything you want to do?"

"Uhm... Right now?"

"Yeah."

"Not that I know of."

I took a step towards him, and his head turned back to me quickly. "We'll never see each other again. Nothing you want to do?"

The closer we got, the more clearly I could see his face. The same framed eyes I always looked into; the nose that pointed downward; the lips that were always full of words he wanted to say.

"N-no."

"Phil."

"I don't want to." He whispered, turning away from me.

"What?" I asked, watching him closely.

"I'm scared."

"Why?"

"I've never done it before."

I rolled my eyes, reaching my hand to his chin and turning his face back towards me. His eyes fluttered shut, and we both leaned in until our lips connected.

It was soft and short, and after a few seconds Phil pulled away. He rested his head on my cheek and muttered, "That was scary."

I smiled, leaning down to reach for his lips. Another short kiss ended after he pulled away again. This time, he rested his forehead against mine. "I can't breath." He panted, making me hold a laugh.

"It's all right." I reassured him, and he nodded, still trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sor-" He began.

"For what?"

"Ruining it."

"We had a whole week to perfect it." I proclaimed, watching his lips form a grin.

"We do."