Dan’s POV
I woke up with a pain in my back. I have been sleeping like a sloth on this couch for god knows how long, but I have the most pain worthy dream. It was just me at first. I was walking down the street heading somewhere, then a serge of. Well, I don’t really know what it was. If I say electricity it would mean it hurt. But this feeling was the same I ad when Phil held my hand those days ago. I still don’t know if he held my hand on accident or prepuce. If I ask it might ruin everything. The only reason I pulled away is because he might have done it by mistake, and I didn’t want to be the one holding on when he realizes he made the mistake. I got up and stretched, remembering that feeling was the best thing. I haven’t been talking to Phil, mostly because he hasn’t been talking to be. I wish he wouldn’t stay in his room all day. Doing whatever he does in there. If only he would fall for me, I would catch him. And never let him go.
Phil’s POV
It’s been a week since the best, and yet worst night of my life. It was the best night because I realized my feeling for him. But worst because its been a week since I talked to him last, I need to get out of this stuffy room. I need air, also some food. But most of all I need Dan. I left my room into the living room and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and lay down hoping to get used to the flat again. I herd A door open slightly.
“Is that really you Phil”? Dan asked coming out of his room.
“Yep”. I said not looking away from the TV.
“OK, um I have to talk to you”. He said making me sit up into a criss cross so he can sit.
“Firstly Cosco sent this instead of well you see”. He said handing me a bottle of raspberry body wash.
“I’m gonna smell like a girl”. I said looking at the label.
“Well you already do”. Dan said laughing.
“Hey, shut up”. I said weekly punching him in the shoulder. I missed these times.
“Secondly, the internet is down so don’t die”. He said keeping his laughter down.
“NOOOO, not the internet”. I said on my knees. We both laughed, I looked at him. Not remembering he’s not sleeping this time, and he looked back, I don’t know what he thought I was thinking or what expression I had on my face but he hugged me. Maybe I had sadness in my eyes or some crap, but I hugged back. I wasn’t sad, but I started to cry. Maybe of happiness, But at that moment I wasn’t to happy. He just sat there, rubbing by back wile I cry for nothing. But I feel better, better than I have in a wile. I can finally talk now.
