My phone was under my bed.
Pretty boy stayed and sat on the couch with me, watching TV.
Sometime after midnight, I started talking.
I told him about my anxiety and my schedules and how I forgot to eat for a week and passed out- that being why I wasn't there.
I stuttered so badly I wasn't even sure if he understood what I was saying.
I told him my name.
He already knew.
"Phil?" He whispered into me ear are 3:28 in the morning.
"Y-yeah?"
"I want to help break your schedule."
"Wh-why?" I asked, clutching my hands together.
"So I can to un scheduled things
with you."
"L-l-like wha-what?"
"Like this."
