Two Of A Kind

Dan: Eighteen

I look at Phil's ceiling.  I cannot believe that just happened... he knows I like him. And he likes me. Well, normally how this goes is one asks out the other and it's just like a happy gay fanfiction, but that's not how life works out, is it?

(ABORT ABORT THERE HAS BEEN A 4TH WALL BREAK)

I don't really know what to do at this point. I'm so confused, I need to make some decisions... I need to get out. I feel a bubble of pressure rise up in my chest. I need to get out, get out,

Get out. 

Those are the only words my brain is screaming at me right now. I don't even know what this is, but all I know is it's not right, and I need to get away from here, I need to go outside. I get up off of Phil's floor and check to see if he's still sleeping, and yes, he is, so I throw on my shoes and my jacket and creep out of his room before I have a breakdown and freak out... I'm basically already at that point anyway.

I see his front door and bolt outside, and the cold air hits me like a bag of bricks in the face as hail starts to pour from the sky. Out of all things weather could do, it decides to hail. I pull my hood over my head and march on. The moon is shining pretty brightly in the sky, and I'm thankful for that, so I can see.

I regret going outside but at least I don't feel so stiff and choked up, so I decide to take a little walk around Phil's house, when I notice that his backyard leads into a small forest. Hmm, that's cool, I mean what could a little walk damage?

I jog into this trees, ridding this feeling completely off of me, until I reach into where I can't see Phil's house well anymore. I continue walking along the ground where the hail isn't too harsh and I lookup at the trees and watch the ice droplets drip off of the leaves and branches. This is nice, peaceful, calming. Maybe I can make up my mind here.

I walk a bit further until I see a treehouse. I look at it in question, and decide to head up. I step up the ladder as it groans in protest. I notice it looks well used and worn down, maybe from Phil's childhood.

I look out of the little window and see a creek.  I decide to walk to it, and after that I'm going to walk back into Phil's house, and he'll never know I went out here... A few minutes later I arrive at the creek which is flowing rather rapidly from the rainfall. I smile at a bird I see on a branch nearby. It flies above me, and it looks really cold. I feel bad for the creature, it must be freezing and wet from this storm.

"Wanna come to Phil's house with me?"

"Tweet?"

I nod at it and stretch out my hand, as it lands on my wrist.

"Hey, birdy!"

"Squee!"

It flies into my hoodie pocket and I put my hand into my pocket as it curls up in my palm. I nearly squeal because it's the cutest thing I have experienced today.

I start to walk back to Phil's house as I slide and fall into the mud.

"Oof..." I groan, getting up. Great. I'm covered in mud, soaking wet and have a bird in my pocket.

At least I know what I'm doing to do about Phil.

HELLO SORRY THIS IS LAYTE I HAD SO MUCH HOMEWORK AND THEN I ATE DINNER OKAY IM SORRY FOR SCREAMING AT YOU GUYS I'LLL TURN off caps lock now.

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