Week Three

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Dan woke up to the sound of pots and plastic cups colliding with the hard wood floor in the kitchen.

"Phil.." Dan muttered softly, streching out his limbs. Dan and Phil made eye contact and Dan smiled, but Phil glared which made Dan really unhappy.

"Why did you move me to the bedroom?" Phil asked, picking up the dishes he dropped.

"You looked uncomforatble so I-" Dan was cut off by Phil

"If I'm sleeping leave me there. I don't want to be touched by you, let alone look at you" Phil snapped and walked to his old bedroom which is now a guest room. I felt tears rush down my cheeks, but  I quickly wiped them away. Why am I crying over Phil. He is the one that's being a whimp and not exploiting our relationship to the internet. Dan grabbed his coat, at it was British winter time and decided to take a walk around town, get his mind off some things.

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Phil sat in the guest bedroom and cried. Cried and cried till he couln't cry no more.

"Why can't I just accept that I am dating Dan and that people shouldn't care if I'm gay or not" Phil muttered to himself. Phil stood up and wiped his tears and walked out of the bedroom and into the lounge where he saw Dan sitting on the couch with his coat on. I was gonna ask him where he went, or where he was going, but didn't bother.

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