Dan’s POV
And damn was Phil right. I was missing it. Big time. But it was a nice need. Because I knew that in a matter of time, we would be together again. I thought there would be a lot of negative, jealous, stressful thoughts in my head, but it is actually kind of fun.
People noticed real quick that something was up between us, since we didn’t talk much, and surely didn’t touch each other at all. For example; someone from my class walked up to me and asked how we were doing, because she had been noticing the distance, and when I told her we were on a break, she didn’t even ask further into anything. She just hugged me, and told me 5 times that she was sorry. While hugging, I looked over at Phil in the back of class, and he just stood there giggling with his tongue out. I thought about stroking his chin, because that was all I wanted to do, when he stood there and was being so darn adorable. But I had to contain myself. It had only been two days.
Now it had been 8 days. And it had been nice. But I was officially going crazy. I could be lying in my bed at night, stroking my own waist, like Phil usually does when we lie in spoon, and then realize what I’m actually doing, then hate myself for being that pathetically lonely, thinking I was probably the only person in the world, that would actually do that. That- and also pretending Phil was walking besides me, when I was walking home alone from school, and having a casual conversation with him. And of course… Staring at the picture of us, standing on my nightstand, right before I go to bed. I had concluded that I, like I said, was officially going crazy.
But it was stupid. I didn’t know who was to decide when the break was over. For me it should finish now. I sure did need the time alone. I was talking to my father. We had been sitting and looking at old pictures together. It had been kind of awkward in the beginning. Him just inviting me in to see old pictures. And I got kind of irritated, because it was way too cliché for me. Plus it was a lame try to rekindle our bond. But after about a half hour of looking back at memories, with nice coffee and the radio playing silently in the background, it was actually really nice. And he found a picture from Hampstead Pond.
“You know what, we should go back there. We always had the best of times there. Hey, remember when that crab grabbed mum's butt…” he had said laughing, and then continued.
“And she screamed so loudly to get it off her, and when she finally stood still for you to pull it out… The claw remained! It was still stuck!” he said laughing, and I laughed along, and I actually couldn’t think of the last moment I had been laughing so much alone with my dad.
It was so nice. It felt so right. It felt so… homey.
Addison looked much happier. She was much more out of her room, and she was always making jokes and laughing, and it was so contagious. My mum was also never to be seen without a big smile on her face. We were slowly becoming a nuclear family, and as much as I hate to admit it, I kind of like it. But damn, I hate to admit it.
Now all I really needed back was my Phil. But if Phil still needed some time, I would let him have his time. But at the same time, he could be thinking the exact same thing.
Right at the moment, I was lying in bed eating chips. It was Saturday, it was about 2 am and I was just watching TV and being on my laptop. It was basically what I was doing every weekend. Well… Mostly every night. At least at the time. I usually dozed off to Phil’s heavy breathing or just went to sleep after we had given our last goodnights. But this was cozy as well. I could just grab some crisps and-
A squeaking noise behind me interrupted my thoughts, and I quickly sat up and looked behind. To my luck it wasn’t a rapist or murderer. Just my stupid boyfriend, who’d jumped in the window again, trying to scare me. He was down on his knees like an animal, just smiling embarrassed at me. A huge, goofy smile appeared on my face.
