think.

-six-

{Oliver}

God, he's so cute. I do like him a lot. I hope he feels the same as I do. I can tell Dan is warming up to Phil, which is great considering Dan is the only other person I can stand in this universe.

I woke up from a dream that included both Dan and Phil. I was pushing Phil on the swings at the park while Dan stood against a tree smoking a cigarette. He walked up in front of the swing and stopped it by grabbing the chains. He kissed Phil aggressively, and that's where I woke up. To say I felt uncomfortable for the rest of the day around them would be an understatement. However, I had to move on because after school Phil and I am going on a date. I haven't been on a date in years and I had to call Dan in the middle of the last one because the guy was wasted and threw up all over me. It wasn't fun, at all. During lunch, I just sat next to Phil silently eating my orange and drinking my water. Dan and Phil had been talking the entire time during lunch until they asked me something, but I was spaced out and didn't respond. "Hey," Phil nudged me, "are you doing okay Ollie?". Ollie, I loved that he started calling me that, it was adorable. "Oh, yeah I'm alright," I rubbed my forehead and looked over to see an unconvinced Dan on the opposite side of Phil. Thankfully, he didn't say anything right then. However, when the day was over and I had said goodbye to Phil, I got into his car and he immediately looked at me and said, "what's wrong?". I sighed a bit before explaining to him what happened in my dream. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit before turning the car on. "Well, I don't see him that way and he doesn't see me that way." He kept the same expression throughout the rest of his reassurance. "A-are you sure?" I looked down and started picking at the skin around my thumb. He looked over with a look of concern and confusion, "Uhm, yes I'm pretty sure." He turned onto the road and I just turned on one of my playlists on the radio and we went home without another word. When we got to my house, I went to my room to pick an outfit for mine and Phils date later that evening. Dan just sat at my desk drinking a Redbull watching me run around my room searching for something even remotely cute to wear. I finally came up with a baby blue skirt with a white, short-sleeved button-down with clouds on it. I had white thigh high socks with white converse. I grabbed my bag and asked Dan to drop me off at this cute cafe next to Phil's house he wanted me to see. I said bye to Dan and he just responded with a cold "yeah, bye." and left. That unsettled me a bit, but it was too late to mention it. I went in and found Phil sipping a hot chocolate. "Hey," he blushed, pulling the seat out for me, "you look amazing." "Awe, thank you!" he's so precious and sweet. The rest of the night was pretty much just a lot of random chatter and lots of croissants.

After we paid, he wanted to spend the night with me again. I was excited, so I called Dan to ask for a ride. He drove up and smiled. It was refreshing that he was in a good mood. I hopped in the back and just watched Dan and Phil talk their hearts out in the front. After a boring 5 minutes, we arrived at my house. Phil opened my door and grabbed my hand, "good sir." I giggled a bit at how adorable his exaggerated manners were. I said bye to Dan and went to unlock my door. Phil was bouncing behind me with excitement, I smiled and kicked my shoes off. "My parents went on a vacation for about a month," I took off my blouse and threw it on the ground, "we've got the place to ourselves." He smiled and placed his shoes next to the door along with his pullover on the rack. We sat on the couch and ate some chocolate while watching Ouran for about half an hour. He put his arm around me and gripped my upper arm, not on purpose, but this caused a tingly sensation to flow through me. My breath hitched a bit as I felt his thumb gently rub up and down. Phil looked over, scrunching his eyebrows a bit. "Uh, are you okay?" he chuckled. "Yeah," I gulped, "I'm okay, just a little, excited I suppose." I felt my face on fire as soon as I said that. His eyes just widened and he gulped. "I'm so sorry," he started apologizing frantically. "It's fine," before I realized it, I said, "I like it." "Your grip, specifically." He relaxed a bit after I said it was okay. He looked me up and down and leaned forward. His lips touched mine and I melted into him. They were soft, as well as his touch. His other hand went to my outer thigh. He pulled back and blushed, "was that okay?" "Very much so," I smiled and placed my hand behind his head and gently brought him back. He was a great kisser. This sounds bad, but I didn't think he would be that good at first. "Oh my god," I said softly, "Phil." He leans back, concerned. "I'm so sorry, what did I do?" "Oh, hun," I giggled at his cherry-colored face, "nothing, let's continue." I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him back in slowly.

After about 15 more minutes of soft making out, we finally grew hungry. We made some chicken alfredo while fucking about in the kitchen. Phil made the most amazing cheesy bread. I was honestly surprised that he was a good cook. That sounds mean, but I just thought that, because he's young, he would be average or below at cooking. "Babe, this looks wonderful!" I exclaimed as I sat my plate on the coffee table, grabbing the TV remote. "Why thank you, good sir." He remarked in a deep British accent. I laughed at this while turning on Family Guy and snuggling next to Phil. He is very funny and probably the best person I've ever been in a relationship with.

I think I love him.