"Dan, I'm going to the shop.. Do you want anything while I'm out?" I was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of his voice. I had noticed he was putting on a jacket by this point and had closed the lid to his laptop.
"Huh.. Oh, No.. I'm good."
"Sure?"
"Yeah"
"Alright then.. I'll be about 15 minutes.. I just need to get something for dinner"
"Okay.. See you soon"
I sat in silence, bored as fuck and unsure of what to do. I decided to snoop around Phil's room which is something I would never do but I'm so bored and he'll never know. I started to look around his bedroom and then reached his chest of draws. On top was a small pile of books and on the bottom of this pile was what seemed to be a diary. Phil keeps a diary? I opened it up on a random page to see a lengthy chunk of text that he'd clearly written with a shaking hand.
'They'll will never love me, no matter how hard I try. I'm too nervous to tell them my true feelings and I know that if I was to tell him, they would be terrified because they don't like me in that way. Everytime I see them my heart hurts because I know I can't have him and they're going to find the person they love more then anything one day and that's when they'll forget about me.. I can see it happening and it scares me so much. Why can't they just realise I love them?' that was the most I read before I was distracted. I didn't even catch the name of this mystery person.. Who ever it is, they're the luckiest person on the planet.
"Dan.. What are you doing with my diary?"
Phil's POV
I got home with some chinese food that I'd picked up from a few roads down. My heart started to thud faster and faster as I peered into my room to see Dan holding my diary.
"Dan.. What are you doing with my diary?" I managed to choke out, trying not to let any tears escape.
"I.. Ugh.. I was looking for a book to read and this was at the bottom and.. I didn't.. I didn't mean to.." I grabbed the diary to see it was opened on an entry I'd written recently about the person I love. I felt a lump form in my throat that I was finding impossible to swallow. Sitting next to Dan at the end of my bed, I looked down at the floor and tried to hold my tears back.
"Phil.. It's okay to like someone who you aren't sure if they love you back.. You can't stop your feelings. I've never told you before because it would feel too awkward to have a conversation like that with you, but, I do too.." I instantly stared up at him, into those beautiful brown eyes.
"It's okay, Phil.." He tried to convince me everything was okay but I knew it wasn't.
"No, because the person I like will never feel the same about me.."
"Give me one reason why you think that?"
"Because," I inhaled trying to get the words out, but it was becoming harder and harder.
"Exactly.. You can't give one reason."
"I can.."
"Go on then."
"it's you.."