Chapter 5

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Chrissa's POV

Three Weeks Later

Everything has been pretty good at the flat. I basically live on pizza, cereal and yogurt but that's okay. Sometimes I cook a meal. Sometimes Phil does. Dan claims that he'll give us food poisoning. (He's just really lazy.) I have caught Dan staring at me a lot. But I have to admit, he's caught me staring at him too. It's like in junior high school where you stare at your crush until they look over and you quickly look away.

Phil is really cool. And we share the same interest house plants, only mine is strictly cacti and succulents. And that interest of mine got me a job. I work at this really cool, sort of hipster plant and candle shop. I have really nice hours and the pay is amazing. I work 8-5 and my days off are Saturday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. It's great, I work 3 days a week and get $15 dollars an hour. (At the end of the week, $405. [I know this is a little unrealistic but...]) It also might help that I've bought like six plants.

I rolled out of bed, not even bothering to get changed. It was probably around one but, it's my day off, I deserve a rest. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror. Why would Dan be staring at me? I'm just normal. I'm not all that skinny. And my hair is average. My eyes aren't really anything special. It's not like they're sapphire blue like Kenzi's. I mean I know I'm pretty, but I'm just normal pretty. Not anything to stare at.

Dan, now Dan is something to stare at. He's so attractive. The way his hair always falls in the right place. And his eyes, they are amazing. I don't think I've ever seen a pair of chocolate brown eyes as beautiful as his. He's so tall. I have always had thing for tall guys.

I was ripped from my daze when my stomach growled. I stepped out of the bathroom and a delicious scent hit my nose. I walked into the kitchen to see Dan and Phil making pancakes. They both turned around when I entered. They both smiled then Phil turned back around so the pancake wouldn't burn. Out of pure excitement, without thinking, I ran up to Dan and jumped into his arms, giving him a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck. At first he frozen and I almost pulled away but then he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

I don't know how long we were like that but we jumped apart when Phil cleared his throat. I went over to Phil and gave him a hug too. This one wasn't as long or... intimate. When I went to go sit down at the breakfast bar, I saw how red Dan's face was, mine probably matched. "Sorry, I just really love pancakes." I mentioned.

Dan's POV

Phil and I decided to make pancakes. Phil went out to the store earlier this morning to get the ingredients. When he got back, we started making them right away, the Delia Smith way of course. It's a good thing that we weren't making a video today because I haven't changed out of my pajamas.

After we made a few pancakes, Chrissa appeared in the kitchen. Phil gave her smile and went back to making pancakes. I just stared at her. She was so beautiful. She had a little bit of bed head but that just made her look cuter. It has been getting colder but she still wears a tank top and shorts to bed. Then her eyes lit up and she ran towards me. She wrapped her arms around my neck. At first I panicked a little but then I pulled her closer. It felt so nice holding her in my arms.

Phil cleared his throat and we let go of each other faster than you could say pancake. I looked over at Phil and he smiled. Chrissa gave Phil a shorter hug then sat at the breakfast bar. "Sorry," she mumbled, "I just really like pancakes." I could feel the heat in my face. Her face was tomato red too. Phil handed me a plate of pancakes and I put it in front of Chrissa. I gave her a knife and fork. Phil and I watched her closely as she took her first bite. She looked up at us and her beautiful hazel eyes lit up. "These are amazing! So much better than American pancakes!" she took another bite and smiled, "Well if you don't take any, I'm going to eat them all myself!"

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