Float On

Part 5

(7:00 am)

Phil: Oh my gosh! You're actually watching it! That makes me so happy!

(10:30 am)

Phil: Are you awake yet, sleepy head?

(1:00 pm)

Phil: Ok, now I feel like a crazy stalker boyfriend because I keep texting you. I'll stop.

Phil: I'm so sorry! I shouldn't assume that we're boyfriends just because we've spent time together the last few days.

Boyfriend? I bite my bottom lip and it's all I can do to keep from giggling like a school girl.

Phil: Unless you want to be my boyfriend that is. Of course, I haven't heard from you so now I'm worried you are upset about last night.

Phil: I'll stop now for real.

(2:15 pm)

Me: I'm not mad at all! I just now woke up.

His response is almost immediate.

Phil: You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. I probably need to stop overthinking everything.

Before I even have a chance to respond, he sends another text.

Phil: So you know what today is, right?

Since I don't have an actual job, my days tend to blend together so I actually have to stop and think before I can even answer such a simple question.

Me: Friday?

Phil: You know what that means?

Me: Tomorrow is Saturday?

Phil: Yes, but what else?

Me: Ummmm

Phil: It means there's no school tomorrow, so if a certain someone invited me over to spend the night and do something together on Saturday I would be free.

Me: If I had a boyfriend I would love for him to do something like that. ;)

Phil: !!!!!!!!!!!!

Phil: That means yes by the way.

Me: I know, you spoon. Get over here.

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Time stands still. I wish I would have asked Phil what time he was coming over as opposed to just planning for the ambiguous 'tonight.' I thought about texting him, but I didn't want to seem pushy or needy, so here I sit and wait. I've already spent all of my nervous energy cleaning, even though I just did that before his visit yesterday, so there's nothing left to do at this point other than work or watch tv.

Suddenly, something else crosses my mind that hadn't occurred to me yet. So if he's my boyfriend, certain physical activities go along with being in a relationship. I'm hoping that he doesn't think 'spend the night' means an invitation to have sex. After all, he is a college student and I remember very well from when I was in school how often people hooked-up casually. Granted, I can barely keep my hands off of him, but I don't want to just rush everything. I need for all of this to mean something. For both of us. I try not to overthink it and make an issue out of something that isn't one. Instead, I lay back on the couch and let my mind drift to more pleasant things. Like kissing Phil. And snuggling with Phil. And more kissing with Phil.

Ten minutes later, I'm jolted out of my blissful daydream involving Phil and a deserted tropical island by a loud banging on the door that's strong enough to rattle it in its frame. I rush over to open it and find Phil with armfuls of shopping bags, which probably explains why he kicked the door instead of knocking.