Colorful | Phan | Completed

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"It's all my fault." I put my head in my hands.

"Don't say that."

"I yelled at Adrian, and I only cared about one thing."

"You're just stressed. It's okay." Phil sat next to me, playing with a loose strand of my hair that was close to him.

"Easy for you to say." I scoffed. Phil kissed my cheek a couple of times, then went back to my hair. "I wish you hadn't kissed that girl. Who even was she?"

"Marzia." Phil pressed his lips together.

"You kissed Marzia?! I couldn't even tell! Dude, if Felix finds out-"

"I'm dead. I know." We laughed at that. "You know what you do?" Phil asked suddenly.

"What do I do?"

"You do before you think. Did you want to yell at Adrian?"

I didn't even have to think this time. "No."

"Why did you?"

"I was mad cause I wanted to talk to you."

"Thanks."

I smiled. "Maybe I should just put tape on my mouth forever."

"Then you couldn't kiss me." Phil pouted. I kissed him anyways. He tasted like coffee and hazelnut. I couldn't help but think of what Marzia tasted that night; liquor most likely.

I went to put my hand on his thigh, but I flinched away. And I couldn't help but think of the scars. Phil didn't notice though, we were kissing.

And then I started to think of his parents, and of him moving away... Most people think in the shower, I think when I'm kissing Phil.

The break up hung on my lips, but was being dissolved into the kiss. I told myself that it didn't need to happen. If I didn't love him, I would've done it already.

A/N: I have 5000 ideas for a new story that isn't a sequel to this so I want to know what you guys want.

I don't have a sequel planned, so I'll just be winging it and it'll be horrible, so here's my proposition:

An long epilogue to this that will give closer, and then a new story that you guys can choose. I have tons of ideas, and first chapters, so maybe I could put a preview for y'all to decide.

I don't know.. Hope you at enjoying this so far cause we have 20 more chapters to go!