Two Of A Kind

Dan: Six

Dear Bubbly Blue Eyes,

I made a mistake. I told myself I wouldn't hurt him anymore but I did. I hate myself. This isn't right, what am I doing?... that was too personal... okay, yes we are friends. I wish we could hang out together at some point, this whole thing doesn't seem personal enough. Anyway, we should confess things to each other, as I've already confessed something... I don't like trusting people if I don't have something on them. Anyway I should go...bye.

-Emo Coffee Eyes

I can't believe I just sent that. I turn off my phone and look up. It's my free period, so I'm at the library. I scan the room, and suddenly lock eyes with Phil. Oh God. I listen into his conversation with the librarian.

"Yes, I'm changing my schedule, I have this period free now."

"Okay, sweetie! You may come in whenever you like."

I mentally grown. Why, world, why? I turn back on my phone and scroll through Tumblr to distract myself from Phil, but of course, that doesn't happen. I find myself looking over at him and catching side glances, until we lock eye contact. His eyes are such a wonderful color of blue... AHEM. I look at literally anything else in the room, and glance at the clock. 30 minutes left. Ugh.

*le time skip*

I step into science, the only other class I share with Phil. This usually isn't much of an issue, though, because we don't really do partner groups much, and our lab partners are alphabetical. I doodle little skeletons on my notebook, occasionally writing something down that actually has to do with biology.

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"

"Can you answer the question?"

Normally, the class would laugh, but I'm rather feared in the school. I'm not too thrilled about that. I look over, a few seats to my right, and see Phil mouthing the words of asexual reproduction. I decide to trust him and go with it.

"Asexual reproduction?"

"B-But, you weren't paying any attention, but the answer is right! Darn you kids!"

Dan held back a laugh, as Phil smiled, but quickly looked back down.

Thanks, Phil, for making my life so complicated. The bell rings, and I pack up my stuff, and walk to the door and I see Phil. We lock eye contact again. He must expect me to harm him somehow... I don't. I just mumble thanks and quickly walk to my last class of the day, Technology.

I slump down into my seat, as we have just learning about measurement all week, which is pathetically easy and boring. I sigh, and let my thoughts wander.

Why me?

Why Phil?

Why must this stupid thing be so complicated?

I wonder who my pen pal is, after all someone in the school knows my secret now and it's driving me crazy not knowing who it is...

They must be judging me.

Definably judging me.

They know I'm bi.

They know I hate myself.

They know regret hurting people.

I let them know too much.

I look up at the board and realize that we're taking a pop quiz. I'm not worried as this is pretty easy. A few minutes later, we get the quiz. I breeze through it, finishing in about 5 minutes. Mr. Bowline takes my quiz. I sigh again. I ask if I can take out my phone, and he says yes. I grab my earbuds and start playing some My Chemical Romance, scrolling through tumblr again. I catch sight of a blue moodboard, and the two things I catch first are light blue bubbles and piercing blue eyes. I come to a sudden realization.

Bubbly Blue Eyes.