Hey! The author here :)

This chapter is waaaaaay fluffier than the last one but... still, quite smutty. It is Phil's p.o.v of some sort. (the first one was Dan's but I guess you already knew that).

Also, I love when you write music inside the story or what you were listening when you wrote it. I think is great! So, for this chapter I would suggest you listen to this little song; it is by Cults and it's called "Never heal myself". Don't go in too much depth in the lyrics though, they are a bit break up-ish.

Anyway, hope you like what is following

Her name was Claire. She looked like the girl from "Toy Story 3", in fact, when I watched the movie I freaked out a little. The same brown, short and curly hair. Huge hazel eyes with same the innocent look. The pink lips always with a goofy smile. But mostly they were similar in the big heart that made them care about everyone.

We had been friends since kindergarten, next door neighbors and our parents worked in the same hospital. So, even if we didn't want to, we were always together.

She always helped everyone. She liked animals more than I do (she got us to volunteer at the local animal shelter when we were twelve and always argued with her dad whenever she took an animal home and he didn't let her keep it. At some point she got to own three dogs, an old cat, four kittens and a dove, all of them rescued from the streets.)

Everyone liked her. Her sense of humor was soft and innocent. When she was in the room the atmosphere was calmer.

I was her best friend and she was mine.

When we were fourteen, her mum died from cancer. Everyone was really sad because she was just as nice as Claire. At those times, she was really melancholic but she never stopped caring about the others, in fact she cared a lot more.

By the time we were seventeen, her dad had turned into a workaholic, he worked even three days in a row at the hospital. Claire didn't liked being at her house alone so I slept over almost everyday. Sometimes we slept in her bed, cuddling. More often, we would fell asleep watching soap operas in the big grey couch that was in her living room, always cuddling. I loved feeling how her heartbeat slowed down and her breathing turned heavier when she got at the doors of dreamland.

One day we were hanging out in a natural park near our houses, when it started to rain, a lot. At first, we started to dance in that monsoon rain, just enjoying life, having fun, and... I kissed her, she kissed back and then said "Come in Phil, let's go home."

We hanged out in her house more often than we did in mine. Hers was silent and calm, we could be by ourselves without anyone bothering, it was home for both of us.

When we got there, soaking wet, she took my hand and led me to the bathroom. I took off her clothes and she took off mine. She was only in her simple cotton underwear, her nipples were clearly visible through her bra, perky because of the cold weather and, I want to believe, because she was aroused. I kissed her softly after she gave me a worried look. Shaking, we got into the shower, still kissing but without underwear. She was so tiny! I lifted her, her legs were around my waist and her arms did the same in my neck. She was playing with my hair as we kissed. When I placed her back in the tile floor, she put my hand on one of her almost inexistent breasts, I caressed it. My other hand made its way to her back, I caressed it gently too. She kissed my chest shyly while she hugged me. I rested my chin on her head. We stood on the shower, kissing, until the water ran cold. When we got out, I gave her the only towel that was around, she pecked me and then hugged me, trying to get me dry. We went to her room and lied on her bed, smiling, our sights in the other's eyes for minutes that felt like eternity. I pecked her and then got on top of her. Before I introduced myself into her, she gave me the same look she gave me a little earlier. I kissed her cheek. She whispered "I love you" to what I responded "With all my heart". She opened her legs and I went between them. I thrusted gently and slowly. Her goofy smile was still on her face while she moaned softly and while she held her bedsheets so hard her knuckles turned white. She tilted her head backwards in pleasure. I was happy thinking that I finally was with the girl I had loved through all my early years.

During all of it, we whispered each other sweet things. It felt caring, yet passionate. Soft but hot. A prove of how much we trusted each other. I finished. She finished.

Then sleep took advantage of us.

Her dad got home, he saw us cuddling naked on our sleep. He didn't got mad, instead he covered us with a blanket and went to sleep.

He knew I was a nice guy. He knew she loved me. He wasn't worried.

I woke up next to her as I used to and kissed her forehead. It felt nice.

Whoever, a month after that (and only two more times we had sex), her father decided he was sick of the life he had. They moved to the countryside with some relatives of theirs. She wasn't pleased with the idea but didn't want to upset her dad. "He's tired" she used to say.

Claire and I talked on the phone frequently, it wasn't the same. Time and distance laughed in or faces. The phone calls were less and less frequent until they didn't exist anymore.

I Can't deny I missed her, but I kept living as normal as I could. I guess she did the same.

Eventually, she vanished from my life.