Infatuation

I woke up screaming, dripping in sweat, and with another person on me. No! That can't be possible. I immediately wake up and look down. Phil Lester is IN MY BED! I look down and realize my extreme lack of clothing. My face burns a scarlet shade as I look down at Phil. His breathing was ragged, but he had a giant adorable grin, and I couldn't bear to kick him off. He was too much. I pulled on some sweats and a shirt, and hopped back in bed. I could tell Phil was awake due to his over the top yawns. I chuckled, barely audible, and He slightly opened his eyes. Damn those eyes were amazing. I could stare at them all day if I could. They were a dazzling blue. I pulled away reluctantly and he grabbed me by the shirt and asked, "ARE YOU OKAY?!?!?" I was startled by this reaction and replied with a simple nod. I realized once again that all that he had on were some boxers and practically whispered," Why are you in my bed. He shot up and opened his crystalline blue eyes further." I am sorry, it won't happen again, I promise!" I looked at him with confusion. " But WHY though?" I asked again." I just wanted to be close to you." He said with a sly grin. I looked over and saw that he stuck his tongue out at me. " YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I screamed, tackling him down onto the bed, laughing and tickling him. He squirmed and giggled a laugh that was so infectious that soon I started giggling too. We stopped with him with his back on the bed, and me over him, and for some reason, I was shirtless again. I hastily tried to get off of him, but I felt him pull me down. And as a complete surprise, this boy that I believed to be straight pecked me on the cheek. PHIL FUCKING LESTER GAVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK, AND SLEPT IN MY BED.

AUTHORS NOTE
so sorry for such a short chapter. Lets get a few reads, and I'll keep writing. Kay ;)