Dans pov
I sat there, deciphering if i should actually call. We've chatted over text, so why should this matter?
I lean back in my office chair to which the webcam is hooked up to the PC. My hand slowly goes over to the call button and i press it.
"Dan!!! Hi!!!"
i look up. it's was phil. i don't know why my heart is racing even more than before. I was the one to text him in class first, I knew who he was before he knew me. So why am I freaking out?
"I'm s-sorry i have to go... i'm sorry ph-phil"
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Phan // kik
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