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"You seem off today, Dan. What's up?"

I glance at Phil, shrugging slightly. 

"C'mon, I want to help. I hate it when you're sad," he whines. I roll my eyes but turn to face him. 

"I'm not feeling well," I mutter. He narrows his eyes. 

"Well that's obvious. What's wrong?"

"M-my dad... he's just been drinking a lot, that's all."

Phil's expression softens and he touches my bruised cheek gently. 

"I'm here for you no matter what, okay?"

I nod, blushing. I feel butterflies flying around in my stomach as I lean forward slightly, staring into his beautiful eyes. He tilts my head up and I can feel his breath on my face. Then our lips are connected and the butterflies explode into fireworks, making every inch of my skin tingle. 

 After a second, Phil pulls away, noticing my shocked expression. 

"Oh no, I'm so sorry! I thought... ugh I'm so stupid!" 

I shake my head quickly, grabbing his hand. 

"I love you," I whisper.

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