t's was just a few games Dan. There is no real plausible reason why sonic the hedgehog will come out and murder you in your sleep.
Nevertheless. I couldn't help but take a peek over at the offending computer on my desk. The computer dinged and I gasped and dove under the covers. I trembled for a few minutes before face palming. I probably just got some mail or something.
I turn on my bedside lamp and grab my laptop, bringing it back to my bed and plugging it into the handy charger by my bed. I stared at it again, trying to convince myself that there wasn't going to be a deranged sonic climbing out of my computer. With a burst of courage I open my laptop and see my desktop. I let out a sigh of relief and open a web browser.
It loads halfway but stops. I groan and click the refresh button only to be met with the same results. A little irritated, I close out of Google chrome and try a different web browser. It loads faster than the other browser did but still not to completion. I wait a few minutes but then notice that my screen was getting a little hazy and blurry. I rub my eyes but it only gets worse. Soon, my whole computer is overcome with static and I fear the worse. I push the computer away and run out of my room and into the living room where phil is sitting. I lunge into his lap and wrap my arms around him tightly, shaking like a leaf. Phil's arms return the hug, one of them stroking my hair. "What's wrong, Dan?" He asks, his soothing finger pulling through my hair.
"My computer. It began to get all staticy like in the game and i..." I tried to explain but stopped short, not wanting to admit I was scared.
"You were what?" Phil pressed.
"I was scared." I mumble into his chest."
I feel Phil chuckle and look up into his eyes. He pressed a light kiss to my forehead. "Don't worry Dan. Sonic is going to safely stay in your computer. He will never come out."
I nod my head but my eyes grow wide, "What do you mean he will stay in my computer?"
Phil pulls me close to him again, "I only mean that he can't hurt you."
I nod my head again.
"Do you feel better? Are you still scared?" Phil teases.
I shake my head and climb out of his lap, smoothing out the wrinkles on my shirt and jeans. I tell him goodnight and make my way back down the hallway and to my room. I reach for the door handle but stop myself. Can I really go back in there? What if Phil is wrong and I die tonight? I step back and slowly walk back to the living room. Phil looks back and me with a smirk. I look at him sheepishly and ask, "Would it be okay if I stayed in your room, just in case?"
Phil's mouth breaks out into a huge smile and he jumps up, taking my hand in his and lacing our fingers together. We walk to his room, turning on all the lights along way. When we get to his door I pull on his hand, "Thanks Phil."
He turns toward me, "Of course. That's what boyfriends are for." I blush and look down. Phil pulls me into the room and into his bed. Quickly wrapping his arm around me. I snuggle into his chest and sigh in contentment. "I love you, Phil."
"I love you too, Dan." I fall asleep smiling knowing that no matter what happens, Phil will have my back.