I was innocently scrolling through Tumblr in my browsing position, when my phone buzzed. It was PJ, asking if me and Phil could come to his place at 6 to film a video. I texted Phil (who was out for dinner with his family) to tell him he needed to be home around 5 to get ready and stuff. He arrived home with a traumatized expression on his face, quietly crying into a crumpled handkerchief.

"Phil!" I rushed straight towards him, bringing him over to the couch.

"What happened?" He stayed quiet for a second and then whispered.

"He's dead..."

"Who?" I said, my heart pounding.

"...Martyn..."

"What! When!?"

"Last month, mum wanted to wait until she saw me in person to tell me."

I couldn't belive it, all I could do was hug Phil as he cried into my shoulder. I was so oblivious to everything around me that I didn't notice that Phil had stopped crying and was now staring up at me, his icy blue eyes shining.

Before I could prosess the situation we were kissing, his soft tender lips against mine felt magical. It was a simple sweet kiss, no tounge, but I could never had asked for more. We were both so entranced that we didn't even notice PJ walking into the lounge.

"What...the...hell..."

We broke apart, averting our eyes towards the slightly terrified PJ standing in the doorway. I was so terrified of what he would think that I could say one word only...

"Crap."