Alright. This was it. Phil could see signs for Rosie's university, he was only a mile away. He had managed the very frightening drive here from the Detroit airport, on the wrong side of the car, driving on the wrong side of the road. Frankly, he was amazed they had even rented him a car. It did come with a GPS, which was great because he had gotten lost inside his own house before.

He pulled into the university and drove around until he saw the residence halls. He found a parking spot and got out of the car, realizing he was shaking a bit. She said she would be waiting outside the dorms, they were all in a semi-circle. He approached slowly, his heart beating loud in his chest. He scanned the small area, where students were walking all over, on their way to or from class.

Then he saw her. She was sitting on a bench, talking to a brown-haired guy. She was moving her hands as she talked, something Phil noticed she did a lot. She seemed to be very excited about whatever it was she was talking about. Phil walked up behind her and put his hands over her eyes, then said "Guess who." Of course it was immediately obvious from his thick accent who it was and Rosie shot out of her seat.

"Phil!" She immediately stood and wrapped her arms around him. Phil closed his eyes and embraced her. He was 7 inches taller than her, so he could actually lay his head on top of hers. She smelled nice. Like vanilla and berries. He couldn't believe after nearly two months, he was finally here. She was finally in his arms. Finally they let go. "Col, I'll talk to you later, alright?" She dismissed the boy she had been talking to as Phil realized it was Collin, her on-campus best friend who had interrupted their Skype sessions a few times. She took hold of both his hands and stood a little bit away from him. "Let me look at you."

He did the same with her. She was wearing a black jumper, piano scarf, and jeans, a worn-out backpack sitting beside her. She was shorter than he thought she would be. "You're so...tall!" She said, giggling.

"I get that a lot." Phil laughed and pulled her in for another hug. He was just so happy to be here. "Now come on, you promised me a cheesy tour of your campus!" One of the videos on Rosie's channel was a tour of her university, and it was actually hilarious, thanks to her almost bitchy sense of humor and general geekiness.

"Alright, let's drop our stuff in my room." Rosie slung her backpack over one shoulder and started walking. Phil bumped his hand with hers, thereby asking if it was okay to hold her hand. She laced her fingers with his and gave a small squeeze. They got up to Rosie's room, which by this time Phil had seem plenty of times in video and on Skype, but it looked entirely different in real life.

As Rosie put her laptop on her bed to charge, and put books down and such, Phil looked around the room. Her bed, fridge, and lamp were all purple and she had photos stuck to the wall of her and friends and family. Her pillowcase had snowmen on it, she she had a very large round stuffed purple kiwi. Her closet was organized, but not overly so. She had a large hamper of laundry that needed doing. Her box of books and DVD's was overflowing, and her pantry was full of snacks that Phil didn't recognize. There was an inflatable fish hanging from the ceiling, and gold fairy lights strung around. It wasn't messy, exactly, it was just cluttered and lived in.

Phil climbed up into her bed, and stretched out. His back made a satifying crack as he relaxed. "Comfortable?" Rosie laughed, leaning her arms onto the mattress.

"As a matter of fact, I am." Phil burried his face into her kiwi. "Join me!" His muffled voice came out from the purple fabric as he outstretched his arm.

"I don't know, it's a pretty small bed..." Rosie said self consciously.

"Oh hush, get up here." Phil pulled his head up and beckoned her. She hopped up on the desk chair, climbing up into the bed next to him. Phil turned on his side and so did she, so they were facing eacother, their legs intertwined. Suprisingly, Phil didn't feel awkward around her. "You're so beautiful." Phil said, brushing some of her hair out of her face.

"Oh stop." Rosie blushed.

"No, you stop. Now that I've seen you in person, you have to believe me."

"I suppose I can try." Rosie surrendered, lifting an arm.

"Good." Phil tickled her side, making her laugh.

"Stop!" Rosie managed between giggles.

"Never!" Phil continued to tickle her but she finally got a hold of his hands and held them still. They stared at each other for a moment, then Phil, with his heart racing, began to lean forwards and close his eyes. At long last, he could finally kiss her. They were moving deliciously slowly, and they were close enough that Phil could feel her breath on his face.

Suddenly, the door to Rosie's room opened and Phil jerked back, knocking his head on the wall. "I had the most interesting walk back-Oh, your broast is here." Rosie's roommate Evie realized after she plopped her backpack on her bed.

"Yeah, he is." Rosie laughed and mouthed a 'sorry' to Phil.

'Don't worry about it.' Phil mouthed back and winked. "Hello Evie, nice to meet you in person." Phil was used to Evie's sassy interjections when they Skyped.

"Ditto! So I'm going to get dinner, then I have night class. I have early class tomorrow, so I can't stay at Jakes," Evie had offered to stay at her boyfriends as much as she could for the 5 days and 4 nights Phil was in town, "But after classes tomorrow I'll be gone until morning." She winked at them and exchanged the books in her backpack.

"Thanks, E." Rosie said she would much prefer to just stay at the hotel all the time, since the king-size bed would be a welcome change from her extra-long twin, but she had early classes some mornings. Besides, Phil wanted to see what her life was like, where she went to class, where she ate lunch, everything.

"Peace out." Evie left with another wink and Phil turned back to Rosie.

"So, where were we?" Phil didn't even care that it was a cliche line. He just really wanted to kiss her. She smelled so nice, and her lips were red and shiny, and her hair was mussed, some of it falling down over her face.

"I think right here." Rosie smirked and closed her eyes, Phil did the same and waited for her lips to meet his. And waited. And waited. He opened his eyes, furrowing his brows.

"Did I...Is something wrong?" Phil asked. Rosie was across from him, biting her lip. She looked like she was trying not to cry.

"Phil...I...I need to tell you everything. But...Not right now, okay? I'll tell you tonight, I promise." Two tears leaked from Rosie's brown eyes and Phil brushed them away with his thumb.

"Of course. It's fine." It was obvious there was something stopping her from kissing him, and Phil could wait a few more hours to learn what it was. "And whatever it is, I promise you will still be my broast." He kissed her nose and but she didn't smile. In her head, she was thinking about how she was certain he would leave once he knew, so she was going to enjoy these last few hours being AmazingPhil's broast.

"Well, what would you like to do?" Rosie asked, sighing.

"Whatever you want to do."

"Nope, not fair. You're the guest, you decide what we do. When I visit you, you can make me decide what to do." Rosie insisted, jabbing him in the chest gently.

"Let's walk around your campus. My legs need stretching."

"Alright." Rosie immediately got up from the bed and started lacing up her boots, moving quickly. Phil could see the blush on her cheeks and she still seemed to be holding back tears, so he got up and walked behind her, hugging her.

"Rosie. Really, it's fine. Whatever it is, I'll be here for you."

"I hope so. I really do." Rosie finished tying her shoe, then turned around smiling. "Well, let's go then." She grabbed her purse and pulled Phil out by his hand. Phil tried to ignore how fake her smile seemed.

For the next 2 hours or so, Rosie gave him a terrible tour of her campus, they bumped into a few friends of Rosie's, and some fans of Phils, who wanted autographs and photos and such. One thing Phil was thankful for was that he didn't really have to worry about people knowing where he was. It wasn't like a massive swarm of fans would appear or anything. It was starting to get dark and cold, so they began to walk back to Rosies room so they could get their stuff and head to Phils hotel.

Rosie offered to drive, which made Phil much more comfortable. The hotel was only about 10 minutes away from her university, and it was quite nice. Phil was always being offered coupons and discounts wherever he went, so when he called to make the reservation, and said who he was, he got one of his nights free. Phil checked in and they brought his two bags up to the room.

It was a very nice room, with an L-shaped couch and massive king-size bed, minibar, popcorn maker, and a shower that was Phil was unsure exactly how to work. They decided to go out for dinner, and Phil asked if she minded waiting for him to grab a shower, since he felt gross from the plane and somewhat-long drive from the airport.

He stepped under the hot stream, after finally figuring out how to work the damn thing. As he washed his hair and began to lather his body, he started thinking. He didn't want to assume anything, but he couldn't help but wonder, not for the first time...Were they going to have sex tonight? Or at all on this trip? Like any guy, he always kept a spare condom in his wallet, and wanting to be prepared he had a few stashed in his bag. It was inferred that they would sleep in the same bed...But they hadn't even kissed yet! He pushed these thoughts aside. It didn't matter, they would move forward, starting with a kiss, when she was ready. Feeling confident, Phil dryed himself off and left the bathroom, finding Rosie on the bed, typing into her laptop.

"Hey you." She said, looking up from her keyboard.

"Hello. Let me just get fix my hair and we can get going." His towel-dried hair was sticking out at the ends, curling just a bit from the humidity of the bathroom.

"No, it's really cute. Just leave it." Rosie reached up and tousled his hair, messing it up.

"Well...Alright. For you. Just this once. And I get to wear a hat."

"Yay!" Rosie leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Now come on you, I want to show off my girl to this whole town." Rosie blushed, but stood and got her things to go. They went to Rosie's favourite Thai restaurant where they both got massive orders of noodles, which they shared happily over a pot of tea, talking and laughing. Phil felt like they were the only two people in the world. He liked it. She wanted to pay her half, but Phil paid the tab while she was in the washroom, and she smacked him for it. "Oh hush, let me spoil you for the little while I get to be with you."

"Oh fiiiiine, but just this once." She playfully pulled the slouchy beanie off his head, exposing his slightly wavy hair.

"No fair!" He snatched it back from her and jammed it on his head. They laughed and Phil took her hand, walking her out to the car. "Just so you know...I'm having a really amazing time with you." He bit his lip, looking down.

"I am too. I just wish you would be here longer." She said, pulling him close for a hug. They stood in the frigid cold of the parking lot, locked in a warm embrace, and Phil was almost certain he had never been more happy, or more sad.