dan sank into the red seats at the piano concert.
he looked over at phil.
why does he keep putting his hand in his pocket.
he was definitely holding something in there.
wait, why does it matter? dan thought and turned his attention to the stage.
someone young and pretty was playing the piano.
it was a beautiful sound; dan let it wash over him.
but he couldn't stop the constant thought of :
phil is definitely hiding something; what does he want to tell me?
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phil lay next to dan that night.
he looked over at the brown-haired boy, something like shame washing over him.
why was he so scared?
but what if dan didn't want to stay with him?
if i weren't so useless maybe i'd have more confidence.
phil's eyes narrowed.
he had made up his mind.
he started to slip out of bed when a hand grabbed his wrist.
dan's eyes were still closed but he said, "don't go."
phil smiled. "i'll be right back"
phil dialled the number on his phone, anxiously.
"hello?"
"yeah, is this the piano teacher?"
a/n
yo does anyone have any book recommendations?