Dear Future Me

Chapter 8: New Memories

Here you guys go! I'll give you a third chapter as in an apology for sucking at my schedule. I hope you have enjoyed these several chapters. Please give me any kind of feed back, I love to know how you guys think of this story so far!

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I hear a light knock on my bedroom door and don't lookup from the piano that I was currently practicing since I already knew exactly who it was. "Hey, Phil," I feel my muscles tense, but I'm still moving my fingers along the keys quickly and swiftly, determined not to let this conversation that I planned to be short allow me to mess up. "What is it? I see you actually want to talk to me after giving me the silent treatment for about a week." My voice is expressionless.

I notice Phil tense up in annoyance at my response. He let's out a sigh, trying to calm himself down before replying. "Dan, we need to talk. You've told me about what's wrong and we've tried to figure it out numerous times—"

His moment of silence allows me to add my commentary to his explanation. "—and each time we agree to discuss it later." I sigh, quickly remembering the next pattern of notes that is next while still trying to answer him. "And I'm guessing it's later now, huh?"

He sits on the side of my bed, staring over at me while watching my fingers dance across the keys. "Yes, and despite how beautiful it sounds, can you please stop playing the piano? We need to have a serious conversation."

"What if I don't want to?" My tone continues to stay monotone. I didn't want to talk about this. It's been five months since I told him why I've been avoiding him, and the entire year we've been trying to be friends but I— I mean, there were complications and several times a month we had huge arguments about so much shit and I was just tired of it. I didn't want to start up another argument now.

"Because, Dan," Phil gets up and walks over to me, leaning his arm on the top of the piano. "I need to talk to you about us. And I'm serious when I say as long as I can help it, this will not be like the others."

I stop my playing. I don't reply immediately, staring blankly at the keys. "Alright, go on and speak." I say simply, ready to just sit here and listen to him.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and speaking. "Dan, we've known each other since like, 2009 and you've technically known me for longer than that. It's 2012, almost 2013. That's nearly four years, and can you please tell me a point in time when we weren't acting romantic in any way, shape, or form?" The question was rhetorical of course, but it made me tense up.

He made a point, ever since we started skyping, the flirting never really ended. The only moment it truly came to a stop was the start of this year, and even after I had confessed to Phil my issue we— or, I have to admit, I would still flirt with Phil. And, on occasions kiss him and... other stuff. Don't ask why, I don't know, I just needed someone, that's my excuse. "Never, if you exclude the beginning of the year. There has never been any point in time we haven't shown romantic affection towards each other-"

"OKAY!" I snap, about to stand up in a huge fit of anger and go off on him like the many arguments we've been having lately, but I didn't. I quickly calm myself down before replying. "Okay Phil, w-what's your point? Where are you going with this?" I ask, finishing with an annoyed sigh.

"I'm trying to tell you that Dan, we can't do this... this, whatever this is!" He yells, shooting his head up and looking over at me directly in the eyes. "I'm sorry that you aren't ready to come out to our fans, I'm not either but... But that doesn't mean you aren't gay, or bisexual, or... or that you don't love me, or that I'm just your best friend or friend with benefit. Dan, I love you, like, a lot, and no matter what, I'm always going to be here for you but-" He pauses, taking my hand in his and- oh my god did this turn into some kind of cheesy scene in a rom-com?!