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Days passed by, and Phil wouldn't answer his phone. I felt so stupid, for basically forcing him to do something that he obviously wasn't ready for. I sent him countless texts, all of which he opened, but to none of which did he reply.

Tonight I felt so alone. My parents were watching a movie downstairs and Adrian was in the room next to me, singing obnoxiously. But I was still alone. I logged into my laptop, planning on watching Netflix, only to close it abruptly when it asked "who is watching?" and I saw "Philly"

I texted Phil for the hundredth time.

To Philip: " please answer me Phil. I screwed up, I'm so so so sorry. But please just talk to me. "

It was no different than all the other texts I'd sent. I sighed and stuffed my phone under my pillow.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I slowly undressed until I was just in my boxers. I ran my fingers across the long scar on my torso, from where they had to cut me open to stop the bleeding in my spleen. "Maybe I should have died." I whispered. My body was covered in goosebumps, adding texture to my lightly tanned skin. I then touched one of the scars from Shane's knife. It looked like such a small little scar, but the damage was deep. The entire length of the blade. Those still hurt when I moved. They were still healing. I sighed and shut off the light, going back to my bed. The same bed that Phil and were cuddling on 3 days ago.

I let the tears fall freely, feeling the literal pain in my chest grow, the more I thought about Phil, and how he probably never wanted to see me again. He hates me.

My breath hitched, and my heart broke, when I read the lone text that Phil sent me.

From Philip: "leave me alone Dan. Stop texting me. Stop calling. I don't want to talk to you, or I would answer the phone, don't you think?"

Silent tears turned into violent sobs. I clung to my pillow as if my life depended on it.


Twenty-Four hours later, and I'm still re-reading the text. It's just so hard for me to think that now all of a sudden we aren't talking, aren't friends, aren't..... anything. It's all my fault. I should have stayed quiet. I shouldn't have said anything, done anything. If I wasn't such a needy little bitch, Phil would probably be laying on my bed with me, watching "Too Cute" and freaking out over the baby pigs.

"Dan can I come in?" 

"Yea" Adrian opened my door slowly, looking at me like I was an abused puppy. "What do you want Ade?" I asked, getting annoyed at his pity.

"I was wondering if you could take me to get ice-cream?" He said, sitting next to me. 

"I mean, I'm down for ice-cream, but we have to see if mama and papa bear will let me drive yet." I nudged his shoulder and led him out of my room. "Darcy's ice-cream or Dairy Queen?" I asked on the way down the stairs. He walked beside me, his hand hovering behind my back, in case I slipped or something. I tried to hide the smile that it brought to my face. I love Adrian so much and it feels nice that he has the same protective feel for me as I do for him. 

"I really want Darcy's. They have the best mint chocolate chip!" we reached the living room where my mom was reading a book and my dad was typing away on his laptop. 

"Mom, or Dad, or which ever one of you that will say yes. I really need to get out of the house, and I want ice-cream." My mom raised her eyebrow. "Can I take Ade out for a bit? I'll also need the money. Maybe we could go see a movie too." My dad laughed and shut his laptop. I was thoroughly shocked that he was paying more attention to me than to his work. 

"If you feel up to it, then I guess. But have him home by mid-night. School starts back up in 3 days, you boys need to start going to bed at decent times." I was caught speechless as he held out a few $20 bills. Adrian took them and handed them to me. 

"Thanks dad! love you bye!" Adrian said, pushing me out of the room before he could change his mind. When we were by the front door and I was slipping my toms on,  Adrian started laughing uncontrollably.

"You okay?" I joked, opening the door. He followed close behind me. 

"Damn, you should have had a near death experience years ago if it makes dad that nice to you!" Adrian was still laughing as he bucked up.

"I was thinking the same thing."  


YAY  i lovee adrian and dan's bromance. it's my fav. 

ill try to have chapter three up by tomorrow night!

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