I wake up to soft snores, and to hands wrapped around my waist.
Jesus, I couldn't have slept with Phil, he was probably just...sleepy.
I'm just caught up in thoughts, there's been on and off flirting, I think. But to no progression, and it's driving me insane. Does he love me or not? Is it just him being friendly? Or is he really flirting. hell if I know.
then I feel my throat start to burn, fuck.
As much as I wanted to stay in Phil's arms and his sweet sweet sweet cherry scent I couldn't. I jump up and race to the washroom. Countless of blue petals fall out of my mouth as if it is something that is meant to be graceful. Each and every one hurting my throat. fuck. the pain, no one could get used to it.
It's over, thank god. I flush the petals down and rinse out my mouth. I look at the mirror and realize how fucking pathetic and ugly I am. Phil would definitely not fall in love with you, just look at you?!
"dan are you in there?" Phil softly said as he nudged the door. "good morning," is all I could think of to say. "I had a great sleep," Phil said as he stretched. fuck off with your cuteness.
Suddenly Phil's eyes turn gloom and his bright little smile faded. "I'm going to go meet cat today and break it off, she lives outta town so...I'll probably text you and Chris," Phil said as he walked into his room.
I haven't seen Chris in a while where is he? I peek into his room and see that he's awake and he's with a girl. He turns over and stares at me for a second before winking. I chuckle to myself. Chris is such a dork. I give him a thumbs up and found myself walking into Phil's room.
God dammit if this were an anime I would've nose bled so quickly. Phil was topless and pant less only boxers on. the spork just talks casually like he's wearing clothes. "What should I wear? something casual, or just like I'm trying to be nice and leave you so I wanna look good while doing it or I'm going to leave you looking horrible so you know you've made a bad choice?" Phil said as he lifted one hanger up with an outfit and another. "Phil which one is more nicer?" I said while not trying to look down at his boxers.
"riiiiiiiight, I don't want her to miss my long dick, or ass," Phil said so fucking casually that I swear I thought he was a fucking stripper. "Phil, I, uh, y'know what I'll leave you to it," I said before my urges to pounce onto him and pin him against the bed kick in.haha...whoops.
Chris was going to take his girl out to dinner so I would be alone for a bit.
When they all eventually left I scrolled through tumblr until I realized that cashier who gave me his phone number. Ta
I immediately bounced off the bed and searched around for the bag where he had put the condoms. I found it and slipped out the receipt.
"020-223-56?" I say under my breath as I type in the number
Hey:) :
In less than a second he responded.
020-223-56: and who are you? :-)
well you tell me you handed me your number when I went out and got condoms :)? :
020-223-56: cute brown haired boye, I've been waiting ;-)
can I know your name first, before you start calling me pet names :
020-223-56: pj and you?
Dan :
