So much time had passed between Phil and I that it was almost a blur, but such a wonderful blur. I would get picked up in the morning by Phil, at lunch I would eat with him, and after school, I would go with Mrs. Goldberry for thirty minutes to have piano practice, and after I'd step out the door, Phil would be standing outside the door, waiting for me. It made me look forward to each day, but there was on thing that bothered me the most out of everything: Every Wednesday, Phil would have to go somewhere at three. When I asked him, he just jokingly said he was going to see my mum. I didn't think he was seeing anyone, but it was so odd and suspsicious. Where was he going?

My thin, piano-like fingers strummed over the last few notes of Ocean Eyes while I softly hummed to it. I looked up at the golden haired woman and said, "I want to sing and perform this to someone I care about, but I want this to be perfect."

Mrs. Goldberry nodded at me. "I believe you can do it. It's not a very hard song to sing," she replied. "Why don't you try?"

My cheeks heated slightly then I nodded, thrumming my fingers along the keys once more. I wetted my lips and began to sing, "I've been watching you for some time. Can't stop staring at those oceans eyes. Burning cities and napalm skies. Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes; Your ocean eyes."

I would have continued to sing more, but I heard a small clapping from behind us. Immediately a voice said, "So this is what you've been working on."

Phil.

My fingers instantly felt like icicles; It was like Hell froze over in just .02 seconds. Instantly, I turned around and stuttered out, "Well, yeah, I've been working on this for a while-"

"You have a beautiful voice, and your piano playing is just as wonderful," Phil said stepping over to us.

I swallowed hard as Mrs. Goldberry asked, "Oh, is this the young man that waits for you, Daniel?"

I nodded. "Yes," I replied almost too quietly.

I quickly walked over to Phil, saying, "Let's go. I'm already done anyway."

Without much to say, I told Mrs. Goldberry thanks and the two of us left the room, walking down the hallway together.

Stopping at the doors, I looked to Phil with a small smile. "Uh, there's a fair in town tonight, would you want to go?" I asked despite the embarrassing encounter in the music room.

I watched his fingers flex over the backstrap then his eyes, the lovely blue color sparking instantly, looked to mine. "Sure. I'll pay for this little date," Phil told me with a wink.

My face heated up once again while I tried to say, Thanks, but all that came out was, "You don't have to." I thought to myself, Sometimes the reason I'm so tongue tied is because my brain moves a mile a minute when he's around me. Phil Lester is my hero.

Without warning, Phil leaned down and captured my lips with his. Instinctively, my arm wrapped around his neck to pull him closer to my mouth. I did not care that we were making out by the doors of the academy. Our lips clashed together like the sun and moon, we both battled for dominance while I was pushed to the brick wall.

I may have forgotten to add that this was another thing that happened quite often, the two of would be halfway out the door but then Phil or I would start kissing each other as if we'd never see each other again. Yet, we never were caught, or no teacher really wanted to break us apart. I didn't know.

I pulled back from him, panting slightly with winded cheeks. "Let's go, Phil," I said lacing my hands through his. The two of us walked to his car, he opened my door, and I got in the car, but I was quickly given another kiss. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other. I kissed him back with the same pressure and he kissed me a little harder, steadying himself with a hand on the chair while his other was on the dashboard.

Before I could even pull back again, Phil's teeth dug into my lower lip and a soft, content sigh elicited from my parted lips. The temptation to pull Phil's shirt off was there, but we were in the school parking lot. That would not be how he wanted to lose his virginity.

As if Phil caught on, he moved back with a winded smile. "Let's go to the fair," he told me.

The loud screams of passengers echoed throughout the park as the rollercoaster nearby took a fast turn, and the smell of corndogs, candy floss, and funnel cakes filled my nostrils. My stomach grumbled quietly, but I knew if I ate now and got on a ride, I'd lose it all.

I looked over at Phil, who wore a pair of black skinny jeans, black Converse, and a black shirt with a DJ cat on the front, purchased two wrists bands for the rides. He turned to me after he handed the woman the money and slid the band along my wrist, taping it on me. He squeezed my hand with a smile.

"What should we ride first?" he asked me.

"Uh, how about that?" I asked, pointing to the rollercoaster that was called Monster Madness. "It looks pretty fast."

The two of us rode almost every single roller coaster or anything that looked thrilling until we finally decided it was time to get something to eat. I loved rollercoasters. They gave me such a lovely adrenaline rush that I could ride them all over again! Phil was perfect for me. He loved them just as much me! We both had similar opinions on the rides about if they were 'Ace', as he said, or shit!

We stopped at a stand that sold cheeseburgers, chips, and a soda, and the two of us found ourselves sitting in the grass together. I dipped the large chip in ketchup as a laugh escaped my lips, "You should have seen that girl when we got off. She almost threw up on her boyfriend!"

It seemed like the word boyfriend made Phil freeze up mid-chomp of his burger. I cocked a brow looking at him.

"What?" I asked, licking my lips free of ketchup.

The raven wiped his lips with a napkin and replied, "It's nothing. Hey, when we're done, do you want to ride the ferris wheel together?"

I nodded eagerly, shoving a few more chips in my mouth. "That sounds like a good idea. I think that can be the last ride," I replied a little sadly.

As if he caught on, Phil quickly said, "We can ride anything until the entire place shuts down."

I gave him a crooked smile. "Phil Lester, you are my savior," I replied.

He finished eating before me, so while he waited, I watched him light a cigarette. He hadn't been smoking nearly as much since we started hanging out, but I only noticed because of our more intimate moments. I didn't really taste smoke on him as much, which was good. I'd like it if the boy in front of me stayed alive with me for as long as he could.

I finished off my burger and tossed the trash in the waste bin, and the two of us walked hand-in-hand to the ferris wheel. We stood in line together as a group of kids from our school walked over, which made me want to extract my hand from Phil's. I didn't want them to make fun of me even more. As if Phil caught on, he grabbed hold of my hand again, squeezing it.

I heard a kid mumble, "Faggots," which brought Phil's attention to them for just a brief second. He hated confrontation as much as I did, so instead of saying anything to them he looked to me. Our eyes connected as he said, "We're just losers, but being a loser with you doesn't suck. I'd rather be a loser with you than be alone." He leaned over and kissed my lips again.

I heard the people talking but I paid them no mind. It did not matter anymore. Phil was all that mattered anymore. If I had to be a loser for the rest of my life, at least I'd be with my loser boyfriend- best friend forever. Best friends that kissed each other, that is.

Soon, the two of us were on the ferris wheel, hand-in-hand. I rest my head on his shoulder while I thought to myself, I don't want this night to end... I shut my eyes for a moment, taking the warmth in from the male beside me until the ferris wheel came to a stop, right at the very top.

I sat up quickly and looked to Phil. "Phil...are we together?" I asked him.

Phil looked back to me for a few seconds then he nodded. "I'd love to be your boyfriend, if you'll be mine," he said.

Suddenly, I pressed a kiss to his lips, and he kissed me back right as a burst of fireworks went off. It was almost embarrassing. Like someone out there knew that two losers were kissing each other on the ferris wheel. Oh, well. I was with someone that meant a lot to me. I never thought this boy would mean so much to me. Not in a million years.