Two Of A Kind

Phil: Eleven

Today, I decided against an email to Emo Coffee Eyes...

Last night I was up late on tumblr... don't judge me... but I got an email from Emo Coffee Eyes. Nothing too unusual, in fact it was so ordinary it too me a few minutes to realize what felt out of place.

They called me phil.

They somehow figured out who I am, and yet I still don't know who they are. I feel as though I can't trust someone like that, but at the same time, they were one of my few friends.

And so I sit here with my music blaring through my headphones trying to decide if it's better to have them as a friend, even if I don't know who they are, and they know who I am. Or if it's better to be me and blabber mouth PJ against the world.

And still, a small tiny piece of me is so unbelievably happy that despite knowing who I am, they still reached out to me. They still saw me as their friend.

So maybe if they can overlook the fact that it's me they are talking to, I can overlook the fact that I cannot trust them.

I don't know. This project is making me more stressed then it should be. And to think, I was so excited about it.

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I wake up to my alarm. I must have fallen asleep whilst thinking about the situation with Emo Coffee Eyes. I'm still in the clothes I was in yesterday, and my eyes sting, reminding me I never took out my contacts. Great.

I manage to pull the contacts off my eyes and put them in their case. This means I'll have to wear my glasses today... yay. I begrudgingly put on my glasses and get ready for school.

Luckily for me, the day is relatively quiet. I don't hear from Dan; that's always a plus. PJ has finally stopped apologizing for telling Dan about my crush, which is good because it was getting annoying. Best of all, no one approached me claiming to be Emo Coffee Eyes and wanting to apologize, which is something I feared would happen today.

However I did get a little unlucky when one of my teacher asked me to stay a second after class to ask me something. Curious as to what the teacher wanted, time slowed. Seconds took hours and I probably aged 4 years by the time the class bell rang.

Everyone fled their way out of class, and I found my way to the front desk. By the time I made it there, the classroom was mostly cleared out.

"Mr. Lester, you're doing very well in my class and so i was wondering if you'd like to take up and opportunity tutoring one of your classmates" the teacher said.

I was genuinely elated. I was doing very well in this class because the material came naturally to me. I really loved the subject as well. Tutoring always seemed like so much fun and maybe if my peer isn't repulsed to see me, we could end up somewhere close to friends. Maybe.

"Yes! I would love to do some tutoring for whoever. It seems like a bunch of fun!" I gush, a big smile leaping over my face. I have so many questions: when will we start? Where will we do tutoring sessions? Will I be any good at it? But out of all the questions I have, I only ask one.

"So, who will I be tutoring?" I ask, wonder, and excitement in my voice.

"Dan Howell"

And my smile drops...

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Welcome to Tuesday everybody! How's your life going? Doing anything fun soon?

Any who here is this week's update, sorry again for the mistake last week.

I hope you enjoy it!

Love you! Bye!

~ Madi