CUTENESS AND CRUELNESS
Chapter 6
I was going to Phil's house.
I was going to Phil's house.
I was going to Phil's house.
The world was playing a cruel joke on me. It was my first day at a school. I had a best friend and someone to help me catch up. They were cute. I was going to their house after school.
It seems like it's good, but it's not. See, when something good happens, something bad always happens as well.
Maybe it's karma. Maybe the universe hates me. I don't know what it is.
But something good was happening and nothing bad was happening in return.
So I had low expectations.
Of course. It had to rain. The day I dressed up. But hey, Phil's brother can drive.
And it was a thunderstorm. I hope I didn't seem to scared to Phil. I tried my best not to actually cower up to him like I used to do with my dad.
I went up to Phil's room, as I felt pretty odd (cheeky wink).
It was the opposite of my room.
My room had white walls, and had lace curtains and fairy lights.
God he was so cute. He had little freckles and bracelets. He wrote songs and had little stuffed animals. He was adorable.
"This is my room. Do you like it? Does it represent me?"
"It certainly does."
"Thank you! I worked really hard to put this together last year. I just got it last year, you know. Is it obvious that I like the color black?"
I laughed. God I loved this boy.
And suddenly we were laying on the floor laughing because Phil tackled me.
No, hugging me.
And I was hugging him like I would never let go.