Dan
Sometimes I hear Phil crying, especially since our walls are paper thin. We might as well be in the same room, it's ridiculous. Anyway, tonight was one of those nights, where I could hear Phil sobbing. You're probably wondering what kind of friend doesn't check on their sobbing friend. Well, one that has just woken up briefly at 3am to loud sniffling. I can hardly process what is happening before my eyes are closed again. But this time I'm awake.
So I shuffle towards Phil's door tentatively and knock twice.
"I don't want to talk right now, Dan."
"Phil, please."
I hear a sigh and some shuffling and then suddenly I'm welcomed by the light shining from Phil's bedroom. But before me stands a puffy-eyed Phil with a scowl-like expression painted onto his face. He sits down on his bed so I follow and sit beside him, facing him slightly.
"Is there anything you need to talk about, Phil?"
"No, I'm good."
"Your puffy eyes are telling me differently."
"It's just hayfev-"
"Phillip," I say jokingly, but warningly
"Yes, Daniel."
"It's winter. So tell me what's going on. You can talk to me."
"I can't, Dan. It's hard and stupid."
"That's what she sai- sorry that's not appropriate right now."
"Dan," He drags my name out.
"Phil," I say, suddenly turning very serious and looking him in the eyes.
I touch his hand and he stiffens for a second. I feel like I'm going to regret this (he most definitely doesn't feel the same) but I just can't resist when he is so close to me right now, so real and raw in the way his eyes are bloodshot and the way his hand feels warm under mine. I kiss him so delicately but so desperately, if that's even possible. I pull back.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. I've loved you for so long, Phil. Being your friends is both amazing and torturous because I just want to call you mine all the fucking time."
He smiles.
"I thought it was just me who felt more."
"I've wanted to kiss you for ages, you know."
"Well then, get to it."
I laugh and kiss him again, we fit so perfectly. Like we were made as one.