Two Of A Kind

Phil: Seventeen

"E-Emo Coffee Eyes?!" I try to ask, but my breath is gone suddenly and it comes off as more of a whisper. My eye nearly bulge from my face with surprise.

"Uh, yeah." Dan says quietly as well, avoiding eye contact and looking away. He looks down at my bed, and my eyes are glancing between him and my phone.

"How'd you find out it was me? Why didn't you tell me? How long did you know it was me? Did you mean to use my name in that one email? Did you-  wait... you like me too?" I have so many questions but my tongue feels tied. I can't tell if I'm happy about all this... or terribly upset.

Dan Howell. The Dan Howell likes me. And he's even worried about losing me. It's like a dream come true, but also a nightmare.

Dan Howell also knew he was talking to me, and didn't tell me. He wasn't supposed to find out who I was anyways. I invite him into my house. I invite him to stay, and all this time he was hiding this from me. That's unfair of him to do so.

But he did tell me now.

"Okay slow down I didn't catch all those questions. Knowing it was you was mostly a guess. But who else is bubbly, has blue eyes, is outcasted, and likes all the same bands as me? And I figured out my guess was correct when I.... I mean just now, when you got the email. I could have sent it to someone else, but I was pretty confidant." His answer did sound confidant, like he was saying he was. But I have more questions to be answered that I did care.

"Okay... Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, calmer now than before.

"Well, I don't know. Nervous I guess, or something. If I were to have said anything sooner than now you would have freaked out worse." He looked away a little embarrassed. He was right though, I would have worried more.

"How long did you know it was me? Did you mean to use my name in that email?" I asked, my brain wondering with more questions again. I wish he would just tell me everything.

"Not too long, but for a while now. But it was just a guess remember. And no it was like 4am and it slipped when I used your name. Once I realized it was too late." He told me.

We sat quiet for a minute. I had just one more question, but I didn't know if I really had the guts to ask it again. It slipped out in the string of questions, but he didn't get all those anyways. He probably heard it though. I bet he's just waiting for me to ask.

My throat feels tight though and i can feel him looking at me. My eyes are glued to the bed.

"So, you actually like me?" I say, keeping my eyes on the bed, not daring to make eye contact. It felt like hours before he answered.

"Yeah, I really do. I didn't, at least I thing. But now I do. And I don't know. I'm confused with my emotions, and I'm a mess. But I do know for certain that I like you. And I'm taking bubbly blue eyes, so your advice on trying to change to be better." He says quietly.

"Good, because you might already know this, but I happen to fancy you, but only  just a little." I laugh, and he rolls his eyes jokingly.

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Hello friends! This was fun to write. I love this story.

Do you go to bed at a good time?(me)

Do you snack on junk food all the time? (Me too)

Are you procrastinating homework (same)

Bed made or bed messy?

Favorite candy?

How many candles do you have in your house?

Love you! Bye! 

~Madi