A/N: upperclassmen theatre kids are great and freshmen suck. One theatre dude got me fries and another told me I was good a singing and kept me company when the girl i was hanging out with left me.
A/N: update trump won and I'm vv sad :( eh I'll write. I have no idea where this is going
Phil's POV
I love dan.
But dan might not love me.
Except he does.
But yesterday he didn't.
But now he does?
Has dan always loved me?
I've always loved him.
Dan's POV
We finally go to eat our pancakes. I sit in the grey chair and Phil's in the blue. Sour orange juice flows down my throat and for some reason I have a hard time eating the pancakes. They're soft and fluffy but I feel like I'm eating too quickly and there's a lump in my chest.
I just told Phil that I loved him. And yet it feels like every other day.
When we finally finish our meal, Phil says "Now what do you wanna do?"
What should we do? To be honest, I was bored of sitting on our couch and watching movies. Nothing wrong with it but I wanted to do something. I know, unbelievable right?
"Uh as hard as it seems to believe, let's go outside." I say, though it sounds more like a question. Phil raises one eyebrow but agrees.
"Where are we going then?"
"I honestly haven't thought about where."
He's silent and staring at me. Like I'm a painting. I don't like it. I look down at my shoes. I look at the floor. I look anywhere but at Phil's eyes which is ironic as that's my favourite part of him.
"Maybe we can visit Louise?" He suggests. As much as I miss our friends, I want to be with Phil.
Only Phil.
"Let's go do something crazy, Phil."
"Like what, you're not really a spontaneous guy, you know?"
"Let's get a dog."
"What?! Our lease won't allow that! You and me know that."
"Our neighbors have a dog."
"Well what do you want us to do? Renew the lease?"
If we renewed the lease, then we would guarantee that we were living together for another three years. I'd be 29 going on 30 and Phil in his early thirties. We should be setting down. Moving to the suburbs with it partners, having kids and jobs. Working on a career. Who was I kidding? Without Phil, I wouldn't make it. I dropped out of law, gave up my acting and had no work experience other than a hardware store manager and a paralegal assistant.
"Let's renew the lease. It's only what? Three years or so? We can afford it."
"But, Dan, do you really any to do this over a dog?"
I'm silent. Do I want this for a dog? No I want Phil.
"Not really but a dog would be nice."
He looks down and I hug him. He slowly hugs back. When I first met Phil, he smelled amazing.(A/N: HA HA NICE PUN ANGIE YOU'RE SO FUNNY).
He smelled like, like a boy. I have no way to describe it. It wasn't like when you walked in a mall and sampled different perfumes but it wasn't like axe teen deodorant smell. It was like mint and rain after a three week drought on sidewalk. I felt safe. Now I can't smell him anymore and it makes me sad. But I have a theory. Everyone has a different smell. But we don't notice it because we live by ourselves and it doesn't affect us. So when Phil and I moved in together, we just became one smell. And if I leave home for a while, the moment I unlock the door and come in, a blast of coffee and green tea scent fills me with nostalgia. There's still mint but there's other smells I can't quite remember where they're from but I recognize them and it smells like home. Phil is my home. And so we head out. And that's the story of how Phil and I renewed our lease and got a dog.
