4:38 p.m.

Phil is typing....

Phil: hellooooo

Dan: hey hi

Phil: r u busy

Dan: no just got out of school

Phil: gross okay uh

Phil: I needa tell y something

Dan: cna you call me because I'm walking and I cant cross the street and text at the same time

Incoming facetime from Phil
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"Hello?"

"Why do you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Facetime me everytime I say call."

"Because I like seeing your face dumbass."

"Okay, what did you need to tell me."

"That you're cute."

"Is that it? Because I already knew that."

"No uh. Turns out my parents job over there got cancelled and they called someone else to go over."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"That fucking sucks.  I wanted to hug you."

"I know but uh that's not all. I wanted to ask you something."

"What?"

"Uh do you really like me?"

"Yeah."

"Actually?"

"Yes, Phil. I really actually like you. Even though you're annoying sometimes."

"What does that- wait I'm trying to figure out how to ask this without it being weird."

"You're wondering what it makes us?"

"Yeah. I mean, obviously we like each other but is that it? That's all?"

"I don't want to. Not until we meet."

"Why?"

"Because it wont be the same. Not over the phone."

"Okay."

"I have to go, the train is here."

"Yeah, okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Facetime ended by Phil
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