Phil walks through the door with a paper bag in one hand, and keys in the other.
I lift my head from the fridge and swing my head around. The light catches his eyes, making them sparkle. He looks starstruck, as if in a gaze. He sets the bag on the counter, and walks over to the living room; waddling. He flops down on the couch and let's out a sigh.
"What's up with you, mate?" I ask smiling. He flashes a huge grin; throwing his arm over his eyes. I shake his leg playfully. "Tell me." That was my first mistake.
He shoots up into a sitting position; still smiling. "I was at the shop," he begins. "And this beautiful woman walks up next up to me." My heart sinks. A girl. He had to meet a girl. I put a smile on my face, trying my hardest to hide my anger.
"She had the most beautiful, light brown hair. And her eyes were a bright green. We both were grabbing for the milk." I scoff at how cheesy his wording was; not forgetting how outraged i was at this. "Stop laughing!" He shouts, the smile never leaving his face.
"I let her take the first one, since there were more." Every word about this bitch outraged me by the second. My eye twitches.
"Are you ok, mate?" Phil asked me. His smile disappears and is replaced with a look of confusion and slight worry. I must of let the angry seep through a little. "No, I'm alright." I reply, closing my eyes for a second.
He gives me a little side eye. "Anyway, long story short," he get's this prissy look on his face. "I have a date next week." He pokes me in the chest. "Congrats mate." He moves over as I sit on the couch beside him. I give him a side hug.
I want to scream. Who does she think she is. Coming around and stealing him from me. He's mine, and mine only. Ideas run through my head on how I could stop this. Fake text. Start an argument. Draw them apart. No, these plans aren't sure fire. It has to be solid.