Dear Future Me

Chapter 12: All About Us

So, Im posting all chapters tonight, then editing them. Just so you guys can get these last few chapters asap.
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2012!Dan-

I sigh, starting the next episode of American Horror story, season two. It hadn't come out yet in my time period, so I just take that as at least a small positive of all this... whatever the hell this was.

It had been four days since I've talked to Phil about what happened in 2012, but I was still stuck here. I don't understand why but, I'm pretty sure Phil was right about just having to wait until whatever sent me here sends me back. I just hoped it was soon.

It wasn't that I didn't like this Phil, or 2016. It was just that I wanted to go home and make things right. That way me and my Phil can be happy and I can make things better for everyone.

I look over at the clock and see that it's nine-thirty and then glance over at the window which illustrated the night sky being covered by the drapes. Soon, I start to hear footsteps and assume it's Phil arriving back from the store.

After a few minutes I hear him come into the lounge.

"Hey, what's up? I see you've discovered the second season of AHS." He asks me as I sit up and leave space that he quickly takes up beside me.

"Yeah, but I've been super bored while you were gone. Is there anything interesting to do at nine-thirty when you're stuck at home?" I ask, throwing my head back and letting a smile escape as I look over at him.

We'd been acting a lot more close I suppose you could say. We would hold hands on occasions and just acted slightly closer. But, overall we pretty much just shot each other heart eyes rather than showing any physical affection. I didn't really mind it anymore. Ive come to the realization that I can't deny things forever, because no matter what things will end up happening one way or another.

He stands up and holds his hand out for me. "Well, I've got something for you since you've pretty much been through hell and back this month or so." He leads me into the kitchen after pulling me off the couch, then opens the fridge to show me he had bought a bottle of champagne," I figured we could just drink it and like, watch movies on Netflix, or listen to music, or something." He suggests, taking out the bottle and getting out wine glasses for the two of us.

I walk up beside him as he pours the champagne into the glasses. "Yeah, that sounds like it'll be a lot of fun. But, champagne, huh? Seems a bit fancy for just watching movies and listening to music, don't you think?" I ask, raising my eyebrows suggestively and laughing quietly at my own remark.

"Ha, yeah. I mean, I didn't want you getting really drunk or anything, so I felt like champagne will at most make you tipsy or buzzed, depending on how much you drink," He says, handing me a glass and following me into the lounge. "So, what'll it be? Music, or a movie?"

I sit down on the sofa, taking a sip of my drink. "Let's go for a movie first, and then we can work on the music and stuff after. How's that sound?" I ask, following him with my gaze as he sits beside me, closer than my Phil usually did.

But, I didn't protest. I've come to the realization that I like the warmth Phil gave off as his skin came closer to mine.

We picked out a movie together and sat there for about an hour. On occasion, we'd get up to refill our glasses, but we'd always go back to the other on the couch to resume our positions and watch the movie, our commentary on the movie surprisingly scarce.

"Ahem. Hey, Dan, the movies over. You awake?" Phil asks in a hushed voice, glancing down at me where I was currently nuzzled into Phil's chest, my eyes only slightly opened.