Yet again I forgot to do a disclaimer, so here I go. I, Doodle Anna, do not or ever have owned or own the WWE. I have also have never owned or own, Evan Bourne, Phillip Brooks or Matthew Hardy. I do however, own this plot. I do not make any profit from this story.

There disclaimer done, on with the chapter.

A few days later, Evan was sitting in his room writing up his notes from the previous meetings so they were more understandable for her tutor, when Emily called upstairs, "Phone for you, Evan."

Evan ran downstairs thinking it would be Jay perhaps wanting help with his own notes, but was surprised when a different voice spoke, "That you, Evan?"

"Phil" His heart fluttered

"Can you see me tonight? There's something I want to talk to you about"

Evan felt a pang of disappointment, this didn't sound like a date, more like someone needing help with their homework. "You'll see me in college on Friday" he muttered.

"It's now that I want to see you. We don't get together much in college, do we?"

In spite of his resolution not to be side-tracked, Evan felt himself weakening. He couldn't miss the chance of having Phil to himself for a couple of hours – there wasn't anyone in class who'd throw away a chance like that, and if Jay found out that he didn't take this chance, he'd tell him what a fool he was.

"Meet me at the café just opposite the college" Phil said

That gave him time to take a quick shower and put fresh clothes on. He wore a black shirt, with dark blue jeans as well as his favorite leather jacket, to keep him warm from the cold air.

Phil was already at the café when he arrived. He stood for a moment looking at him through the window. The light above the table made his hair shine beautifully. He wore a white shirt with black suit trousers. He certainly was the best looking boy he'd ever met and his heart fluttered for the second time.

'Don't fool yourself, Evan' he told himself firmly 'he's only asked you to meet him so you can help him with the magazine' But another thought entered his mind. Could his plans not to date this year hold fast if Phil asked him out?

Slipping into the seat opposite him he said, "You don't need help with your shorthand, Phil, as you take down about 1,000 words a minute. So what did you want to see me about?"

To Evan's surprise, he took his remark seriously. "No fooling you, Evan – Shorthand comes easily to me"

"So what is it then?"

He brought him a hot chocolate before he replied. "As you know I've been made editor for the magazine we're going to publish…well…I just wondered if you'd help me with the typing"

Evan's heart plummeted and the feeling of disappointment returned. "But you're the best in our class at typing, Phil"

"I know, but there's too much for me to do on my own, I've got my other work to do, remember. And I don't want to be looking through other people's work…I'll write the editorial….that'll be good practice for me"

"Is that why you went for the position of editor?"

"Partly…" he looked at him, his blue eyes pleading, melting his resolve. He really was too attractive for his own good – and Evan's.

"I'll do as much as I can, Phil, of course I will, bit I've got to do my own work too"

Phil placed his hand over Evan's. He noted the long, tapering fingers and the well groomed nails, and electric tingles seemed to run from Phil's fingers to his own.

"That's my boy," Phil said "I knew you wouldn't let me down"

Seeing something out the corner of his eye, Evan glanced at the doorway and he saw Matt standing there looking directly at them. It must have looked romantic from Matt's point of view. Phil's hand over his and them staring into each others eyes.

Evan smirked at Matt, and then began talking to Phil once more.

"I can't do all the typing, Phil" Evan said, "but the others could help, couldn't they?"

Phil took his hand from his and took a sip of his coffee before answering. "I need to have someone I can depend on, Evan" he said, "like you"

Evan thought how he had wanted him to say he was cute or even good company, but being called 'dependable' was not the most romantic thing he'd been called. 'Don't be stupid' a small voice in his head said. 'Romance is the last thing you need, remember?' In spite of that he felt more disappointed than ever.

"Maybe Jay will help," he suggested

"I'd already thought of that. Will you ask him, Evan?"

"What about Kelly?"

Phil's face lit up. "Kelly wouldn't have the time. She's the leading lady in the upcoming play"

"I guess I'll just have to work extra hard too, Phil, even if it is only to pass my exams"

"You'll pass easily – you're brilliant. Mr. Jacobs said so" he drank the last of his coffee then wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.

"And anyway, it's not that important for you is it? Getting a job as a typist is the easiest thing to do these days"

Evan clenched his fists into small tight balls. "It's just as important to me as it is to you. And it's not any old typing job I'm going for. I'm..

Phil interrupted "Come on, Evan; don't start a fight with me." He leant over and cupped Evan's cheek in his hand. "I chose you because I knew you wouldn't let me down."

Evan felt like he was being used by Phil for his own personal gain, and, he wished he could say something but he couldn't.

Phil walked him halfway home before going his separate way. Evan felt as if a raging argument was going on inside his head. His practical side reminded him of his resolution of no boys. And that he should just focus on passing his course, so he could get a good job. However, his sentimental side told him that he'd be stupid to miss his biggest chance of getting to know Phil better.

Evan's last thought before falling asleep that night, was how great it would be now that he and Phil would be spending a lot more time together.