despite the fact that i barely knew this boy, i felt some sort of, connection. it was something i've never felt before.
it felt like love but-
i'm straight.
i think.
also, how can i love a boy i haven't even known for two hours?
could this be love at first sight?
no, dammit daniel james howell.
you are straight.
i stopped thinking about all the possible feelings running through my mind now. i decided to focus more on just atleast befriending the boy first.
"so, phil, would you like to, i don't know, uh, sit with, me and my other friends at recess and lunch?" i gulp.
"yeah, that sounds wonderful" he smiles back.
that smile could melt hearts of any kind. even bulletproof ones.
"cool! i'll, see you then, i guess" i smile and walk out of class to art.
i'm no artist, but i know a good work of art when i see one.
and philip lester was a masterpiece.
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sorry for the short chapter, this is more just a filler lmao
i'm not @ school today so i'll try and fit another one in
also follow KatlynnGum because she's has some good stories
aurevoir
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