Phil's POV - May 29, 2010

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"Phil Striker? Really?"

"What?" I counter, "It sounds cool."

Dan frowns and pouts, looking upset. Puzzled, I ask, "Bear, what's wrong?"

He turns away and crosses his arms, "Hmph."

At first, I let him sit there. He's cute when he's angry. His hair hangs loose, framing his eyes that were the type of brown that was like a dark chocolate. The kind that melts at the slightest bit of the heat from love, or happiness. But that chocolate can also grow hard from the cold harsh reality that is apparent in this world, and it's something I've seen from him. But now, I help him forget, and he helps me to become who I am.

I slowly shift towards him. Then, as light as a feather, I kiss his hair.

"Danny, what's wrong?"

"You picked some Striker person over me!"

I laugh at his childish tantrum, "I could never pick anyone over you."

He turns around, desperation and love displayed across his features, "Prove it."

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