CHAPTER 3

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOUR SUCH AN IDIOT YOSHI FOR GOD SAKE MOVE FASTER" those are the first words I heard as I groggily wake up, I open my eyes and sit up in panic at the unfamiliar layout around me, before the memories come flooding back... Starbucks...Phil...Nemo...PHIL I look around looking for the familiar face I saw yesterday, the boy with the beautiful eyes and smile that makes my heart melt every time.

I turn to my left and there he is, with his eyes focused in concentration trying to get ahead of the others in... Mario kart? After he loses he slams his remote controller on the sofa, sighs and turns to me.

"Oh, good morning, I'm hoping you slept well?" Phil says

"Slept?" I say as I look down to see a white duvet and a pillow to match.

"Yeah, you fell asleep during the film, and as you looked so peaceful I didn't wanna wake you, you only live a few floors down so i didn't figure it would be much trouble, sorry if you feel uncomfortable, I just wanted to help-" Phil says with a slight sign on anxiousness in his innocent voice.

"No! Its fine, I appreciate your thought, to be honest I probably would have slaughtered you if you woke me up... yeaah I'm not good when that happens" I say trying to show the humour in my voice, I dont wanna scare him.

"I'm glad, I mean we only met yesterday, but I hope you know I'm not some creepy guy off the streets, would you like some breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast...porridge?" Phil says getting up and heading up to the fridge, opening the shiny surfaced doors and bending down to scan it.

"What ever your having Phillip"

"Then bacon, eggs and toast it is" Phil says triumphantly. He closes the door and heads to the cupboards opening the doors.

"By the way, you look adorable when you sleep" I catch Phil saying slightly quietly. I look down at the duvet and feel myself blush, he has a way with words, especially when I know i sound like a pig when I sleep and probably dont look much better to be honest...

After we eat breakfast consisting salty bacon, flavoursome eggs, buttery toast and bitter but sweet orange juice, I realise that I have to go back to reality, although I really want to stay there, with Phil, for eternity, although I think I have feelings for him if nothing happens, he is still like a best friend I've known from high school.

"I think I should get going now, I have loads of chores to do, washing, ironing, sorting out, you know stuff i dont want to but need to, thanks for the company and for generally everything, it's like I've known you for ages, I've had so much fun, now it's back to go to reality" I say with a slight chuckle while getting up from the breakfast counter ending the conversation about whats better Crash Bandicoot or Spyro.

"Yeah of course, but...can I at least have your number?" Phil says with an innocent half smile, I reach into my pocket to get my iPhone and search on the contacts to get my number, while Phil gets a small scrap bit of paper and biro leaning onto the counter.

"079847236" I say while Phil scribbles it down, he thanks me then walks me to the door turning the handle and holding it open for me.

"Thanks again, seriously" you say smiling, I dont want to seem as if I'm not being grateful.

"It's fine honestly...So I'll see you again?" Phil asks.

"You know where I am" I say trying to be witty and cheeky but probably sounding arrogant. Good job Alex. Phil chuckles I walk past him towards the elevator, I turn back to see him doing a little wave, I wave back smiling and get into the elevator and press the '3' button and the lift starts smoothly going down. I think about all the wonderful memories form the past day, minus the bird poo, being trampled on and spilling a hot drink all over me. Although that last memory is the best out of all of them, because I met Phil, he probably wouldn't ever talk with someone like me, considering all his fans when he was telling me about what he does which interested me a lot, but I couldn't help myself falling for him fast.

As I reach floor 3 the door slides open, I walk through to the end of the hallway where my apartment is just a quick turn to the left, as I reach the end an turn as normal, I get my keys out and am about to but the key in the lock, I notice something, there is loads of scratches around the key hole and it looks really different and the metal template surrounding the entrance is loose, I look on the floor and there is a small silver screw that looks big enough to be used for it. My heart starts to beat faster, it's probably nothing, it probably just fell or something, I put the key in and turn it and the door opens easily, a little too easy.

The door swings open and there ahead of me is a big problem that hits me like a ton of bricks. Everything is in pieces, there is shatters of glass everywhere, from pieces the size of buttons to the size of my hands, and there is a huge lump of material on the floor, that appears to be my sofa, I cautiously walk in minding my step although still hearing the crushing of glass underneath my feet. I go into the living room and thats where the full impact of what had happened hit me, everything is broken, nothing has been left untouched, there's something wrong with it, from scratches to it being literally obliterated. I checked the spare bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and my bedroom and its all the same, it's all destroyed. I look into the long mirror on my bedroom wall with long scratches down it and i see myself, with red eyes filled up with tears, my blonde curls looking a wreck and everything looks awful.

I had saved so hard for this apartment and everything it contained, i went through load of jobs, good and bad to get here, and now it's all gone. I dont know how much it's all going ot cost, my mum and dad paid for a lot of the main furniture and times are tough, i dont know how long it's going to take to pay for it all again. How could they/he/she get in here so quietly, destroy it so quietly without someone passing through hearing it, or seeing some people or someone and think to call someone, did it happen at night, I just dont know.

Like a reflex I turn and run out of my apartment not bothering to lock the door, there's nothing to take. The elevator was taking so I run up the stairs 15 floors, i dont care how out of breath I am, I needed Phil's help and his comfort.

Out of breath and tearful I shakily knock on the door. Phil opens it and his smile drops immediately.

"Oh my God, whats happened?"

*AUTHORS NOTE* Ohhh so who done it?! I really hope you like it, its not brilliant sorry. Sorry for any spelling problems or anything like that. Reviews appreciated! No hate please, just constructive critisism! :D !