butterflies & hurricanes // phan

Four

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04

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The situation I was in reminded me a bit of how Twigs met Leon.

You know when you meet people, and you just really want to be friends with them? Like, you don't even know what exactly it is about them, it's just their whole personality, their everything, and you just want to get to know that person?

That's what Twigs asked me the night she met Leon, and after she said that, I just shook my head. Even with Chris or PJ or even Twigs I didn't feel that way, I mean, when I met them of course I wanted to get to know them because they seemed really nice, but it was mainly coincidences that lead us together and somehow we became best friends.

But now I understood what she meant.

I just felt such an urge to get to know the piano guy, and I couldn't even explain it. There was just something inside of me that wanted to be his friend, not even necessarily more than that (although I wouldn't mind that either).

But I tried to forget about him. I wanted to get him out of my head, I knew that he wouldn't want to be friends with me, especially not if I continued stalking him like that. And I didn't even know him personally, maybe he had a terrible personality, who knows? And there was no way for me to get to know him, so I just decided I'd have to forget about him completely.

So in the next few days, whenever I was on my way to central London, I avoided the underground station.

"Phil, why are you so absent-minded lately?" Twigs voice pulled me away from my thoughts and I turned my head to look at her.

"Um, sorry, what did you say?"

Twigs shook her head. "Doesn't matter. But what's going on with you at the moment? Everything alright? You know you can tell me."

I sighed. Yes, I knew I could tell her what was on my mind, but it was just such a weird and kind of creepy story. Like, there's this street pianist I met and because I couldn't forget about him, I stalked him at the underground station just to see him again. How weird does that sound?

"Nothing important, really."

"Phil." Twigs looked at me with a disapproving look on her face and I rolled my eyes. But I also smiled a bit.

I sighed before I started speaking hesitantly. "There's this guy and..." Before I could say anything further or even finish my sentence, Twigs had me grabbed by my shoulders already, looking me deep in the eyes. "Tell me everything."

"No, it's not like that." I smiled a bit and Twigs hands loosened their grip around my shoulders a bit.

"Then tell me what it's like."

"You didn't give me a chance yet," I chuckled again and Twigs moved away from me.

"You have your chance now," she muttered and I laughed at the offended look on her face.

"So, like I said, there is this guy. He... he's a street pianist and I saw him play at an underground station a few days ago." Twigs raised her eyebrows but let me continue speaking. "Um... he was really good and..." How was I supposed to explain this? "The day after I saw him for the first time, I went to the same station to... to see if he was there again."

Twigs looked at me with wide eyes before she started laughing. "Phil, did you literally stalk someone?"

I shook my head and blushed, looking at her. "No, I didn't!" Of course I knew that, in fact, I totally did.