We both remain sitting on the couch in uncomfortable silence. "So.. where are you uh, from?" I say breaking the silence.
"I'm from a hospital," he joked, "but I'm actually from Manchester".
I laughed at the joke he made and noticed I was making eye contact the whole time. I looked away and tried to play it "cool".
"How long have you two been roommates?" Phil asked. It took me a while to think about it but I then responded, "probably about three years"
Thinking of what to do, i asked if he wanted a cup of tea. He quietly nodded and I got up, walking to the kitchen.
A few minutes I went back to the lounge and without taking notice I trip over a laptop charger, spilling the tea all over the floor. "Shit," I mumble, "I'm so sorry." Phil gets up and helps me stand up. "Are you ok?" Phil says in concern. Not noticing how close we were and how he was still holding my hand, I coughed and I could feel a petal going up my throat. But it's been an hour, how could this be?
"Excuse me" I struggle saying, trying to head to the washroom again. I try to cough out the petal and started tearing up. "Hey Dan, are you ok mate?" I hear Phil's voice. I wipe my face and breath in. "I-im ok.." I manage to say.
I lean on the wall and I could feel my body falling down. I stare at the door, and sat with my thoughts. What a first impression. It could of been worser.
|A/N: heyya. I tried ok, this is my first time writing "fanfic". Well gotta blast!! (Ava wrote this book also ;3)
