Memory

(Casually sings TOUCH MEEE IT'S SO EASY TO LEAVE MEE! Sorry… I'm a nerd.)

Another week had gone by. I was sitting next to Phil on the couch, scrolling through Tumblr, as usual. It was a little after dinnertime and in the background, Top Chef was playing, and someone was yelling about a 'failed frisée'.

I caught him several times staring at me, but he always glanced away as I looked toward him. He was being abnormally quiet, even for post-accident Phil.

"Phil," I said, looking right at him.

He pretended as though I was tearing him away from whatever it was he was looking at on his phone. "Uh, yeah?"

"Have you been staring at me?" I asked. His shook his head and went back to his phone.

"Phil," I said again.

"Yes?"

"I could have sworn I saw you staring at me a lot a couple minutes ago."

"Nope," he said, casually tossing it aside.

I set my laptop aside and scooted closer to him. I dramatically propped my head up on two hands, staring at him intensely so as to make it uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?" He asked, glancing at me strangely.

"Uncomfortable, isn't it Phil?" I grinned. He fidgeted awkwardly.

I backed up, seeing his discomfort, and returned to my laptop with a sigh.

"Dan, where did we get those pictures?" Phil asked in regards to some amazing fan art of us that was hanging on our wall in frames.

"Two years ago, at a vidcon, a girl came up to us with those. She apologized, saying she wished she could have had longer, which neither of us could understand, I mean they are amazing! The look like black and white photographs! Well, anyway, we loved them so much, so we framed them. That was one of the best Vidcons ever…." I trailed off sadly. I knew it wasn't Phil's fault that he couldn't remember, but I was still sad that he couldn't.

"They're amazing!" Phil mused, before returning to his phone.

We really haven't done anything since the accident. I haven't really wanted to push Phil into doing anything, but we also shouldn't just be sitting here all the time. It's not good for us to be stuck in our flat for so long. I decided to change it. Setting down my laptop once again, I stood up.

"Phil, we're going to go somewhere tonight!" I told him.

"What? Like where?" he asked confused.

"I don't know, a bar, a store, even just for a walk, just somewhere that is not our flat," I said, looking for my shoes.

"Dan, I don't really…"

"No. We have spent too long here. We need some time away. Alright?" I tossed him his coat, and put on myself the leather one that he liked.

"Fine, I guess it would be nice to get some time out."

We left the building ten minutes later, and began walking to a pub that was a few blocks away. It was a Friday night, and the noise coming out of the place served as evidence. It was obviously a group of quite loud people.

Phil, who had not been social very much lately, apart from our close friend, looked like a nervous kid on their first day of school. I gave him a smile, which he attempted to return weakly.

We walked in, and made our way to an empty table. We sat down and looked at the crowd around us. The place was more packed than I had ever seen it.

"I'll go get us some drinks," I said to him over the noise. "What do you want?"

"Uh, what do I like?" He asked awkwardly.

I smiled, covering my being upset with myself for forgetting. "I'll get you something." I walked up to the bar, keeping an eye on Phil, who was laughing as someone was singing karaoke quite drunkenly.

I returned to the table with a couple beers, which quickly got replenished, as did the ones after those. Needless to say, we too ended up joining the group of loud and not-fully-aware-of-what-they-are-doing people.

Soon, the small karaoke stage was clear, and Phil and I found ourselves tumbling through the crowd and onto it. We laughed as we stumble forward, and looked at the list of songs. Even Phil, despite his amnesia, knew what song we were going to sing because of videos, and we both broke out into huge grins upon seeing it.

We both stepped forward, and, through our drunkenness, broke out into song.

Baby can't you see

I'm calling

A guy like you

Should wear a warning

It's dangerous

I'm falling…

We finished the song, and ran off the stage as people applauded. We were laughing so hard. Phil suggested we pay the bill and go outside for a bit. I agreed, and we did.

Upon exiting the building, Phil pushed me up against a street light pole. He smiled at me and brought his face only inches from mine. He looked me straight in the eyes and leaned his forehead against mine.

He didn't move, but we could feel each other's breath on our lips. I was practically shaking, but not from fear, from anticipation. I kept looking at his lips; those gorgeous smooth lips that I have waited so long to kiss.

"Phil…" I began.

"Shh," He stopped me.

He laid a hand on my cheek, and pushed the hair out of my eyes. He smiled again, and leaned forward, bringing his lips to my cheek. He let them hover in a kiss on my cheek for a few seconds. I closed my eyes. He pulled away.

Phil took my forearm and pulled me away from the pole in the direction of our flat. We slowly made our way home.

I smiled to myself. Maybe we were getting somewhere, maybe not. Either way, I was still just happy to have him with me. Things could always be worse.

Ooh so close, haha. I hope you are all enjoying this story so far, and please keep reviewing bye for now! ~Lexi~