I loaf you//Phan

Part 4

"This bed is so crumbfy" I commented, leaning back. He stared at me with his blue eyes in response , surrounded by pure white, just like the bread we had. Phil turned to my look at his watch and i glanced over. 4:30. School finished an hour ago. 

"does your mum know you're out?" Phil questioned, concerned.

"ciabatta, or I'm toast" I panicked, gathering my bag. 

I was about to head off, "Bye Phil, thanks for everything. "

"Wait," he said, "crumb here"

I did so.

He was so close to me. Our foreheads nearly touching, and i could hear every soft breath of his.

"we still have," he paused, staring into my eyes, "bread left."

We were even closer now, our lips centimeters apart.

"gluten slices together and make it a loaf again," I was almost whispering.

I panicked and seconds later I was out the door, away from Phil and his bread white eyes.

"Dan, you're such an inbread, you were 101% dropped on your head as a child in a bread maker." I knew i should stop self-loaving but I couldn't help it.

At this moment I realized it. I've made nearly 4 parts of a fanfic about bread. This must stop. I'm sorry but i can't go on like this, i wish you all the best of luck in the future.