Best friends to....love!

ÿþ CHAPTER 1  

Happy Birthday Liv , screaming at the top of his voice Phil entered my room and closed the door with a loud bang which could turn any person deaf but I was used to such bangs from time immemorial(as he was my best friend since I was 3 years old).  

10th June had finally come. The most awaited day for me every year. People question this infinite excitement and exhilaration but I never have an answer. One person who has to bear with this sort of insanity every year is Philip, my best friend.  

Phil a.k.a Philip lived across the street and was my dad s best friend s son so we had been acquaintances from the very beginning of our existence. Phil and I are best friends from the past 19 years.  

Since the past 16 years, Phil is obligated to be the first person to wish me on my birthday as when we were 5 we vowed that:  

I, Olivia Bloomwood will be the 1st person to wish Philip Brandon on his birthday throughout my life.  

I, Philip Brandon will be the 1st person to wish Olivia Bloomwood, my best friend on her birthday throughout my life.  

We expect each other to stand by our words.  

One strong reason for our strong friendship was that our parents always admitted us to the same school and college. They have never encouraged any recreational activity without Phil(and vice versa). We have been to the same dance classes even. How gross is that now! Our classmates used to tease us by calling us the Siamese twins.  

Philip and I are like the two opposite poles of a magnet. We have different tastes but are incomplete without each other's friendship. Phil is calm, suave, gentlemanly, peaceful and possesses a Casanova kind of a personality. I still remember the first day of our college when girls were drooling away as Phil walked in the class and sat beside me. I heard a girl whisper, He is so tall, handsome and smart to which the other girl said His Hugh Grant-ish hair suit him more than Hugh Grant himself. And one girl also went to the extent to say that I hate the girl who is sitting by him without even knowing me! All these reactions made me laugh at the imprudence of these girls& ..how anybody like Phil can seem to appeal them. He will be the last person one could ever be prevailed upon to love or marry. He hated romantic novels and read only mystery and adventure. Had a long list of girlfriends but none of them were good enough (that s what he says when anybody questions him about it).  

I am tall and am not pretty in particular. Even though I am wilder than Philip but I cannot express my emotions and feelings well. Words like fun, frolic, adventure, rush, violent (as compared to other girls and Philip) describe me aptly. I love to dance(so does Phil). The only thing I could boast about in me were my straight hair, the sole feature (according to mom) that made me look good. I love reading romantic books. When I am upset, I would prefer reading a romantic novel than to sit and cry about it.  

Philip thought that I was asleep when I took some time to recover from incoherence so he screamed again and consequently Princess, my Labrador, barked and jumped on my bed in order to lick me. I finally got up to acknowledge the gestures of those people (Phil and Princess) who could make me laugh when nobody on this planet could.  

Thanks Princess! Love you too , I said, still too sleepy to open my eyes. By the time I planned to open my eyes to thank Phil, he was nowhere to be found. I thought that I heard Phil's voice in my sleep but soon after I consoled myself with this absurd explanation a glass full of freezing cold water was hurled at my face. Without even opening my eyes I screamed, Philip Brandon! Are you out of your mind or something? You just flushed my face with cold water, it is 12 o'clock! Idiot!  

While I was saying all this I could hear Phil giving the devil laughter sound effects, he snapped at me as soon as I called him an Idiot , he said I am an idiot? You are the one who acts like an idiot more often Olivia Bloomwood. It s not 12, it s 12:05. I have been waiting hear from the past 5 minutes. I shouted twice and when you didn't get up I was left with no other choice but to wake you like I just did. , the last part made him smirk and that smirk later developed into a loud and rolling on floor kind of laughter.