I very awkwardly stumble up his stairs, as I asked for some dry clothes. I make it too his room, and admire the simple color scheme of it; blue, green and gray. I look over and notice his laptop is on his desk. Should I...no. I shouldn't. That would be so disrespectful and- screw it. I'm looking.
I open it up, and see it's already on the email page. I suspect maybe he was writing one to me. I have to know. Is he bubbly blue eyes? My eyes flicker over the words and I see the first line.
Dear Emo Coffee Eyes.
It's him. It really is him. Does he know it's me? He has to, I called him Phil, told him something I directly sent in an email, AND told him that I was bullying someone who liked me. If he hasn't figured it out by now, he must be really unobservant. I awkwardly shut the computer and notice a small notebook on his bed. I walk over to it and I'm about to pick it up when I hear a squawk from the next room over. What was that?! I almost scream, and quickly get changed, deciding that's enough snooping around.
I walk back downstairs and find Phil on the couch, as he hands me a cup of tea. I awkwardly sit, and we make some small talk for a few minutes and it's completely silent after that, besides the downpour outside. It wasn't even supposed to rain until late night... Thanks Mother Nature.
"So... you're tutoring me."
"Yep."
More awkward silence.
"Hey, what kind of music do you like?" I ask, trying to maybe make this less awkward.
"Oh, um... Panic! at the Disco, Muse... Fall out Boy."
"Same here! What's your favorite Muse album?"
"Origins of-"
"OH MY GOD!! FINALLY SOMEONE WHO LIKES MUSE!" I squeel, and we both break into laughter. Finally, this isn't so awkward...
"Hey, wanna see my bird?"
I raise my eyebrows hoping this isn't some kind of euphemism and nod.
"This way!" He yells, standing up and running up the stairs. We walk into the room next to his and I see a golden cage with three little birds in it, one gray, one blue and one yellow. So that's what that squawking was earlier...
"These are my birds, Misty, Sunshine and Sapphire!"
"Awesome!"
"Wanna hold one?"
"Oh, really?!"
"Yeah!"
I smile widely. This is exciting. I'm actually going to hold a tiny creature with wings on my finger.
He gets out the gray one who I assume is Misty, and he places she on my finger. I squeal, bobbing my finger up and down and she tweets.
"AWWWW! SHE'S SO CUTE!!" I scream and she flutters her wings.
"Wanna feed her some seeds?" I nod excitedly and he hands me a sunflower seed in my left hand. I hold it out in front of her and she grabs it with her beak, crunching it slowly.
"AWWWWW!!!!" I scream and Misty looks at me and flies off my finger, spreading her wings which I now notice are hues or light blue, gray, black and white. I awe in shock of how such a small creature could be so cute!
"Dan!"
"Huh?"
"I've been calling your name for like 3 minutes!"
"Oh. What?"
I notice Misty is perched back in the cage, and it's suddenly darker in this room?
"The power's out! My mom said that the storm is supposed to last until tomorrow afternoon. It's unlikely we'll have school tomorrow, and you should spend the night..." Phil awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair. "I mean, if you want... I don't want you to get hurt..."
"Oh. Uh. Sure. I don't mind, I should text my mom though..."
To: Mom
Hey the storms pretty bad could I stay at a friends house instead of trying to walk home?
From: Mom
sure hun just call me in the morning please
To: Mom
ok thanks
I tell Phil my mom said it was okay, and I look down. How did I end up beating this boy up to having a sleepover with him? And worse, am I starting to develop a crush on him?!
*finger guns* HEY GUYS YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THAT!!! You can probably tell I really like birbs (THIS WAS A TYPO BUT IT'S HILARIOUS SO I'M LEAVING IT) I hope you're all enjoying this story and having a nice day/night!
Do you like thunderstorms? Why or why not?
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Two Of A Kind
Fiksi PenggemarAn English assignment is to become pen pals with someone in your grade, assigned at random. Dan and Phil hate each other, and have for years. They get matched for the project, but dont know that identity of the person they message. So, what happen...