phil sat in his dorm watching dan. silently admiring the way dans hair, which was currently curly, sat so perfectly on dans head, a flower crown placed on top.
phil furrowed his eyebrows slightly. dan seemed to go everywhere with that flower crown, only taking it off for showers or bed. the flowers that it was made out of, where so painstakingly familar to phil it almosted frustrated him to the point of tears. he longed to ask dan but was too much of a coward to.
dan had come into the dorm that afternoon looking more excited and happier than he had been the past week phil had known him. the pastle boy had sat om his bed, his cheeks flushed with excitmemt, and opened his journal and had began writing.
phil had to talk to dan. it was his job. but dan seemed to peacful amd content that afternoon phil didnt want to disturb it. So he left it.
'tomorrow' he thought
