Dan Howell
What the hell did I do? I sat in my bed, mulling over the events of the day. I kissed Phil. I really did it. Everything came crashing down on me. Tears brimmed in my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. This was a sin. I was sinning. Immediately, I got out of bed and knelt down, muttering a silent prayer, God forbid my family hearing me. I wanted to go to the roof. No, I thought, that's where it happened.The worst part was, I wanted to do it again. So I climbed back into bed and tried to fall asleep.
*
The next day, I saw him in the hall. I put my head down, and rushed to my locker, hoping he wouldn't see me. Of course, due to our freakish heights, he noticed me immediately. Walking over, he grinned.
"Wanna go get lunch at the diner later? I can pay!" Phil chimed. He was so happy; I couldn't stand to let him down. I gave a pained smile.
"Yeah, sounds great" In my head, I muttered a silent prayer, asking for forgiveness. I wasn't supposed to do this. I shouldn't want to slip my hand in his, entwining our fingers. I shouldn't want to kiss him right now; to have him wrap his arms around me. This was wrong. I smiled again and closed my door, walking away with a small wave. You'll have to tell him, I thought. I didn't want to ruin what we had; it was amazing really. But what I did was a sin. It was wrong in the eyes of the Lord. Why did it feel so right?
