phil put his stuff down and finally occupied the lonely seat next to me. i felt awkward, but in a good way.
"hello" i basically whisper. i gulp. i'm worried he's going to think i'm a loser.
"hello again, dan" he smiles.
oh boy, that smile.
"wow, you remembered my name" i move my hair out of my face and smile, looking down at the desk.
"yeah, i hope you remembered mine" he chuckles softly.
"of course i do, phil" i see a slight patch of redness in either cheeks.
is he, blushing? because of me?
no, no, no. he can't be. i'm just daniel howell, that boy that has no true meaning.
but, what if he is?
i brush those thoughts to the back of mind, completely zoning out while the teacher talks about some shit i don't care about.
"so, dan, how old are you?" phil asks, rather quietly.
"16, and you?" i answer with a smile.
"17. you look a lot older than 16, if i'm being honest. i also didn't mean that in a rude way, i was just saying tha-"
"it's okay, i understand" i smile, my dimples standing out.
"dimples are my favourite thing, if i'm being honest. again, not trying to be creepy or anything, i was just like, you know, i mean, i guess i was ju-"
"phil! it's okay! calm down" i smile.
"i'm sorry, i'm just" he pauses. "i'm just really nervous. i don't know anyone here" he looks around.
"well soon you'll get to know me, i hope" i tell him.
"yeah, i hope so too" he smiles.
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sorry for the short ass chapters oOPS
anyway, what's buzzin?
i'm a wee bit sick, so i might not be as good at writing at the moment soRRY
but ily
aurevoir
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