Phil is a bit of a nerd and likes to sit in the library, hiding in books and stories. Until there's a new boy between the books that makes him want to stay...
The library is absolutely my favorite place on earth. It's warm, cozy, silent and a calming area full of books. I spend most of my free time there, just reading with a smile on my face. In those stories, I can be whoever I want to be. I can be a powerful wizard, or a dragon slayer, or a spy, instead of the nerdy blue-eyed boy I am now. I wished I could live in these fantasy worlds. However, then I would miss him. Since a few weeks, there's another boy at the library. A cute boy, with brown hair and hazel eyes filled with golden spots. He always smiles so beautifully with those rose lips of his when he's reading. I've never talked to him before, but I've been watching him from behind my book for quite a while. Everytime I see him I feel butterflies flying around in my stomach, my heartbeat goes faster and I want to do things I never wanted to do before. It's hard to comprehend I fell in love with someone I never even talked to. I don't even know his name.
Footsteps come my way and I look up to see pretty boy walking my way with a pile of books in his hands. He sees me and sends a smile in my direction, causing me to blush and look down. I hear a soft giggle and look up again to the sight of the brown-haired boy chuckling because of my reddened face, dimples in his cheeks, his beautiful eyes slightly closed, showing little laugh wrinkles. I've never seen him like this, but it's something I never want to end. "I'm sorry," he says with a soft and warm voice, " I couldn't help myself." "It's okay", I reply smiling. "I'm Dan, by the way." "My name's Phil." He smiles at the sound of my name. "You come here quite often, don't you?" he asks. I nod. "So do you, right?" He breathes a little laigh before answering. "I tend to find this a comforting place, yes. Why do you come here?" I pull a hand through my fringe. "Same as you, I suppose, but also because I love reading, you know. And partly to avoid crowds." He nods. "So what's your favorite book?" He sits down while I list my faves, because in no way will I ever have just one. We chat about books and writers, poetry and music. We both like Muse, apparently, and through the conversation we find more and more common interests. I catch him watching me intensively sometimes, and I'm sure he's noticed the way I look at him.
I guess maybe for once the stars listened when I whispered my wishes.
