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by waterprkx

by waterprkx

phil's pov

She handed me a little piece of paper with her Kik username on it. "sisterdaniel" it read. "Talk to me later, ok?" She said, smiling. "S-Sure thing, Anais." I said, matching her smile. When I got home, the first thing I did was message her.

philgon: Is this anais?

I eagerly waited for her to reply.

sisterdaniel: nope, dan.

I felt my smile fade. She gave me the wrong username. As I figured she would.

philgon: damn it! sorry, i was told this would be someone else. im sorry, ill get out of your hair.

I buried my face in my pillow. I felt awful. What made it even worse was my parents were arguing downstairs. The real cherry on top was that it was because I snuck out to meet this girl. I honestly feel like a horrible son because of their arguing, and being given the wrong username just made me feel 10 times worse.

Long story short, Dan and I are friends now. Basically. About as close of friends as you can be with somebody who you only met through a wrong username text.

We've been talking for close to an hour and he told me a lot about himself, and I did the same. We also live quite close. At least, I think so. He doesn't.

I got out of the shower, and saw I had a new message from Dan.

"You think we live close? Well, let's see. I'm at Jubilee Gardens. My hair is dark and curly. I'm wearing a black jacket, black jeans, and grey vans. I'll be near the ferris wheel."

I stared at the screen for a second. Is he losing his mind? Why would he be at Jubilee Gardens right now? It's nearly 10:30 at night. I sent back an "ok" and grabbed my jacket. I was still wearing my shoes because I had just come back. My house was a five minute drive away from Jubilee Gardens, and I could practically see it from my bedroom window.

I walked downstairs, making as little noise as possible. My parents were screaming at each other in the other room, so there was no way they'd hear me. I opened the door, and slowly walked out. As soon as I shut it, I started running. The ground was extremely slippery, which made it damn near impossible to run. I pulled my sleeves over my hands and tried to make up for my lack of gloves.

I didn't know Dan too well, so I can't really say whether he was losing his mind or not. Maybe this was a normal occurrence for him. Maybe he just wants to ride the ferris wheel with me. I guess I'd find out when I got there.

15 minutes later, I could start to really see the ferris wheel, and I ran. I ran through crowds of drunk people partying, I ran through the fields, I ran until I physically couldn't anymore. I ran. So god damn much, it hurt.

Finally, I got there. I seen a boy sitting there, on his phone, tears streaming down his face. I walked over to him. "Dan?" I said. His head shot up, his eyes wide.

Oh my god.

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