Best Friends?

Chapter 15

Everything is so lovely. The way the darkness that surrounded me under my duvet is no longer filled with confusion and no longer cold. The way there was no longer an empty space in my chest, instead a warm, excited tingle.

I couldn't even pay attention to what Phil had on television earlier, my mind was jumping everywhere. Greene and I had spent the whole morning together, it really was a weird way to meet someone. I mean, who actually bumps into someone and feels a sudden connection? That shit only happens in movies. Yet it just happened this morning.

Even though I lay in bed by myself, my thoughts consisted of the bouncy boy, with dirty blonde hair that curled at the tips and was pushed away from his forehead, almost like a messy little quiff. His short button like nose below two bright hazel eyes that practically shimmered every colour possible.

   Who would've thought that after a couple of hours you could be so lost in someone.

   Finally, after staring at the ceiling for so long, my eyes decide to grow tired, and almost like all of my energy collapsed, I fell asleep.
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   "Dan Dan Dan!" A happy voice exploded amongst my silent slumber.

   My tired body rolled onto my back, and I slowly opened my eyes. A croak made its way out of my throat, "Yes Phil?"

   There was shuffling inside my room, and Phil jumped on the end of my bed with a squeak, "I made you pancakes!!!" He cheered.

   Shaking my head, I sit up and rub my eyes. Looking up I see Phil, in his pyjamas, sitting cross legged at the end of the bed, excited. Confused I asked, "why are you making me pancakes exactly?"

   He bopped up and started to skip to the kitchen, "because I felt like it of course!"

Still unsure of this sudden excitement, I sleepily rolled out of bed and banged my foot into my side table ever so gracefully. The smell of batter finally hit me and I breathed it in happily. Yet that yummy smell that wafted through the air suddenly changed, to burning. An exasperated, "Phiiiil!" Made its way out of my mouth.

In the kitchen Phil was sloppily flipping two pancakes off of our pan and onto a plate. One side of the breakfast was slightly charred, but Phil still gleamed as he slid a bottle of maple syrup and whipped cream forward.

"Oh so you think you can cover up the fact you burnt them by shoving maple syrup in my face." I retort sarcastically.

"Well, if it works for Canadians why can't it work for us?!" Phil smiled and added, "eh?" With a contorted Canadian accent.

While laughing I sat down and Phil and I ate breakfast together, sticky syrup and all.
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Greene Text: "I'm right around the corner be right there"

Shivering in the cold, I shoved my phone back into my pocket, relieved that Greene would be here soon. The sound of cars whizzing past was overwhelming to my ears as I stood on the corner of a museum, some cars honking as they went past.

It's so weird how each of these people on the street and in their cars lead their own lives and have worries that I don't have. They all have their own stories, no one has went through the same things I have, nor have I went through the same things as them. Yet I don't know the people around me's stories, and they don't know mine.

A taxi pulled up to the curb in front of me, and I saw Greene shuffling around to get money, then he opened the door.

"Hey!" I greeted him and waited for him to get up.