Memories

our london apartment

Though the last 2 weeks have been fun, I never thought I would be so excited more excited to come home and see phil. I can't wait to show him all the snazzy things I got for him and I. My uber driver pulls up to the pavement in front of my london apartment and I joyfully jump out and grab my things basically running to our front door. I struggle for a moment with the keys, until I finally get the door unlocked. Immediately inside I drop my bags on the floor and call out to phil. But instead of hearing the warm immediate welcoming that I was expecting, All I heard was silence. “Philly?” I call out again. I begin up the stairs and peek around the corner into the kitchen. “PHIL! Where are YOU?” and yet all I hear is silence. My heart sinks when the realization hits me that he isn't here. Slipping my phone out of my back pocket, I sit on our kitchen floor. “I wonder where he is,” I whisper to myself, “He knew I was coming home today” I dial his number and hold the phone to my ear but after a few rings it just goes to voicemail. Slowly, I lift myself off the floor and wander into phil's bedroom. The smell of him overwhelms me, as I stare into his bright, bubbly room. When I realize something odd, Phils phones was laying on his bedside table and He never leaves without his phone. Picking it up and placing my thumb over the home button so it unlocks I see that he hasn't checked is phone in 3 days. I quickly take my shirt off and put on one of his old t-shirts and run back into the kitchen to retrieve my phone. ‘Have you seen phil??’ I type to our friend Pj. He replies almost straightaway, ‘Nope. Why? Whats up?’ ‘Oh he isnt home and he left his phone here? Which is weird for phil. But maybe he just went to the market and left his phone here. Sorry to bug you’ I send back. Uncertain of what to do, I grab my laptop and return to my sofa crease in the lounge that i've miss so much in the past 2 weeks.

“Hey, I brought you in some coffee” Phil says as he enters our lounge “Thank you” I replied back. I look up at him and his bright blue eyes as he is setting our mugs down on the coffee table, and can't help but smile. “So, what do you want to watch philly?” He sits down next to me on the sofa and says with a big smile “Buffy” I can't help but roll my eyes “Don't you ever wanna watch anything else?” He reaches over to the coffee table and picks up a wii game “Wanna play a game instead?” I playfully squint my brown eyes at him and was about to say something on the lines of me beating him in the game, but instead all I got was an eye full of my fringe. “fRICK” I say, nearly yelling. Phil laughs “I think you need a haircut” he brushes my hair from my eyes “Oh you won't be laughing when I beat you in Mario kart” I quickly say trying to play it off. Phil stands up and begins over to where all of gaming systems are (aka nerd central) when he knocks a pile of sheets off the coffee table. I laugh “Wow phil get your sheet together” he gives me an annoyed smile. I slide my butt off the sofa and onto the floor to help him clean up the papers. Now that the sheets are all organized again phil continues setting up our game. I lift myself up off the floor and watch him do his thing. I don't mean to stare at him as much as I do, I just can't help it. Phil stands up and returns to his seat next to me. Even the smell of him makes my heart beat all out of whack. “Ready to lose?” Phil asks before taking a sip of his coffee “You’re going down danny” I try to keep a straight face “whoa whoa whoa, we’ve been over this. I don't like to be call danny” Phil turns and looks at me “Okay, Daniel the spaniel” He places his hand on my should “You know what?” I slam my wii remote onto the sofa next to me. Phil giggles and flinches “wHAAT?” he says back still giggling. I push him back and straddle his legs so that i'm on top of his lower half. “No no no please don't” he yells, knowing what's coming next. Ignoring his yelling I begin to tickle him. He wiggles around making it like one of those bull rides you gotta try to stay on. Phil attempts to stop me with his hands but i wasn't gonna let it happen. I pin his arms up by his head with mine and lean over so my head was above his. “What's my name?” I ask looking directly into his big blue eyes “Dan! Just dan!” he says still giggling and struggling to get loose. His black hair is now a crazy mess, but it's cute. I’m sure mine is a mess too. I lean down closer to his face, so our noses are nearly touching. “Wanna make a bet?” I ask him “sure” he giggles back. “Who ever wins gets to tweet something on the losers twitter” he's silent for a few seconds “DEAL” I get a little closer to his face “Sweet, but we all know who is going to win” I back my face up from his and give a little wink, The next thing I know his lips are against mine. I get butterflies in my stomach and I can feel my face turning red. I've never really had the courage to kiss phil first even though it's been 6 years. And everytime we kiss it's like my first time, but 10 times better. Phil moves his tangled up hands from mine and puts his arms around my neck before pulling his lips from mine. The kiss only lasted about 30 seconds, it felt like forever though.

The doorbell rings, startling me. Only for me to realize I have fallen asleep in my beloved sofa crease once again. I stand up adjusting my t-shirt, and take a sip of soda from a can on the coffee table. Hopefully it's phil at the door who left in a hurry for some reason and forgot his house key and phone. Right before I open the apartment door I realize I probably look like a wreck so I quickly fix my brown fringe in the reflection of the door handle.

authors note- in case some of you are confused, the moment he has with phil is a dream of something that happen with him before all this