Wrong Number

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I woke up next to Phil. He was already awake. He realized I had woken up.
"Good morning, love." He said.
I smiled in response, not sure of what to say back. It just seemed so awkward, especially because of what happened in my mind last night. I rubbed my head because I woke up with a head ache.
"So, Pancakes for breakfast?" He suggested.
I nodded In agreement.
He nodded back and stood up. He walked downstairs.
I glanced over at the dog bed next to my bed.
I'd just have to accept it,
Buddy's gone.
I sighed and sat up in bed. When I sat up, my head ached so bad. I moaned in pain. I laid back down and stared at the ceiling, waiting for Phil to come back.
Soon he came back with two plates of pancakes.
"Here." He gave mine to me.
"Thanks." I Said weakly. "Can you please get me some medicine? My head hurts so bad."
"Of course I'll be right back sunshine." He kissed my forehead.
I smiled a little.
He brought back a Pill and a glass of water. I took the pill and drank the water. "Thank you" I said, starting to eat my pancakes.
Phil laid down next to me again and started to eat his.

I finished eating and I put my plate on my side table. I sighed.
Phil put his plate down too. He knew I was sad but he didn't ask why, he just wrapped his arms around my waist gently. He kissed my neck gently, causing my face to flush red. I gasped quietly, I hated when people touched, kissed, or did anything to my neck. But phil didn't know. He kissed my neck again, causing me to flinch. My body tensed up as he kept kissing my neck. He seemed to notice, so he stopped. I sighed in relief. "I love you, Dan." He whispered. I was at a loss of words. I didn't say anything. Without thinking, I just turned my head, and our lips smashed together.
Soon I pulled away. I looked down. He kissed my forehead. I didn't know what to say, I just smiled.
"Dan, why are you acting so different?" He asked.
"Different? What do you mean? I'm the same person I always was." I whispered, my voice breaking.
"I don't know how to explain it..you just seem less talkative, active, and...loving..." he trailed off.
"W-What? Phil, I love you.." I said putting my sweater paw on his soft cheek.
"I'll always love you, Phil."
He smiled a little and pulled me into a hug. He pulled away shortly after.
"I love you too."
I knew what he meant. I still don't know how I feel. I mean, I really do love Phil but since we broke up I couldn't really feel any emotions. I guess I was just recovering from that. So I guess I wasn't happy, but I wasn't sad, either.

A/n: read my new books when I publish them pls