Zodiac

Forty - Two

     I'd be lying if you asked me Dan, why are you looking out your window? And I replied with, oh, just looking at the sky. Truth is, I was watching Phil. Phil, as he picked up a camera and set it somewhere. As he talked into it, looking nervous. It made me confused. Why was he talking into a camera? More importantly, why did I did care?

   I stood up and turned to my art wall. There was still the galaxy he painted. It was too beautiful to change, so I turned to my wall with the door and pushed my dresser away. I pulled down each and every one of my posters and pulled out my paint.

     Half a gallon later and a shirtless mess, my door opened, and Camille raised her eyebrows at me. "This is how you're spending your Saturday?"

   "Yes," I nodded. I set my red paint down and looked at the portrait before me. What I did was confusing to most, not many people understood it. There was an outline of a button, and four dots like normal, but on the bottom right dot there was a comma under it.

   "It's beautiful." She said with a smile. I nodded, stepping back and looking at it. I've never done something so simple, yet it felt harder than ever. Maybe it was because of the meaning behind it.. but it was so hard to do. Everything had to be perfect, and if it wasn't I was going to restart.

   "You've got a visitor, though."

   "Who?" I asked.

   She smiled. "He's outside waiting for you, Dan." My heart sank. It was Phil.

   "I don't know if I can see him, Camille.." I began putting my brushes and paint into their boxes, and slid them neatly under the bed.

   "Well go shower, and come into the lounge. I'll tell him you're sick."

   "Okay," I nodded. I grabbed a pair of jeans and ignored a shirt. I was just staying inside today so I didn't see the reason for wearing one.

     After my shower I slipped on the navy blue trousers and walked into the lounge. I froze when I seen Phil sitting on the sofa. He quickly stood up when he seen me, Camille looked like an Evil Genius. She silently stood and went into her bedroom.

   "Hi," He finally said. The air was so thick, you couldn't cut it with a chainsaw. "Can we please talk?"

   "What about?" I asked, turning to my room to get a shirt. He followed.

  "About us, about what happened yesterday?" He stood in the doorway.

   "I found out Cat did it all, and what about us?" I slipped a white shirt on, and faced him.

   "I don't want to end things, Dan," he took a step forward. "I hate this. I miss watching you paint."

   "Really?"

   "Yes really.." He looked at the button on the wall. "I watched you do this. It was amazing to see."

   "So I'm going to have to close my curtains now, okay." I went to walk past him bit he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.

   "Don't tell me you don't love me anymore. I can tell you still do."

   "How." I squinted. 

   "Your pupils are dilated, first of all. Secondly at school you kept watching me at lunch. And yesterday.. Chris and I talked."

   "Well he-" Phil pulled me over and gently pinned me against my closet door.

   "Lied?" He asked. "Don't lie, Dan. You're not good at it."

   "Phil let me go," I put my hands on his chest, preventing Him from coming any closer.

   "If you wanted me to let you go you'd be pushing me away." He pointed out. I looked down. Fuck, he was right. Somewhere in my mind I hated him. Even if it wasn't true I was still upset over it. Most of me was so happy he was back here. I didn't want him to go.

   "I'll leave, if you have nothing to say." He began stepping away, put I gripped his shirt in my hands.

   "Don't," I said softly.

   "Okay," He pulled me into a hug, and as his arms wrapped tightly around me I let out a sob I didn't know I was holding back. "Dan.. I, I love you."

   "I love you too.. So much." I leaned up and kissed his lips.

   "Hey Dan.. I uhm.. I was wondering.." He looked away for a second. "During the summer... Would you maybe.. Want to get an apartment together?"

   "Yes," I smiled.

   "I think I know why we were given Taurus," Phil said.

   "Why's that?" I asked, smiling.

   "It brings us together. Look up."

   We were stood under the Taurus I had painted on my roof, years ago. I couldn't help but smile. Of all signs, we were given the Bull. The stubborn, hard headed, and out there sign. It reminded me a lot of our relationship, and how it had been between us over the summer. It was like Owens knew from the start what would happen. And if he did, I'm glad. To be honest I wouldn't change a thing.

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS LITTLE WEIRD BOOK I DECIDED TO WRITE ONE NIGHT AT 3AM

honestly i didnt think this story would get any reads.
I'm not that great at writing and my updating schedule is bonkers.

But hey, I did it.
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I love it, and I hope you guys do too.

There will be an epilogue, so be on the watch for that.

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