ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
Phil's POV
Oh God I hope it wasn't written all over my face.
He's been acting really tired and lost lately... Could Dan be sick again? No, that's not it. Perhaps something's getting him down? ACK. What in lions name do I do? He can't stay like this forever!... well... it is Dan...
- NO! I shan't allow it! I'll just go on ahead and ask him what's the matter then. Yeah that's good.
I headed in following Dan shortly after I had that mental conversation with myself. I raise my arm to knock on his door when hesitation occurs. I feel my palms sweat and the beautiflies in my stomach begin to flutter.
Why am I getting nervous? I can do this, I am the AWESOME Phil and Dan's my friend. We've been friends since- I can't even remember since it's been so long. I am referred to as his biffle!- it shouldn't take so much sweating and fidgeting to ask him a simple: "Hey mate, something bothering you?". Oh emotions, why must you fail me?
I had taken a deep breath and rapped my fist on the door "Dan? Can I come in?".
There was a silence which proved that my levels of worry could still be put higher than it already was. This was promptly followed by the scuffs of sneakers on the floor and a click that gave access to the man that was the source of all my contemplation.
"Hi." he greeted plainly with a small smile that showed off the slightest hint of his dimples. Dan really was pretty. He had a perfect smile, smooth skin that's dwindled down to a mild brown result of his tan; he had round dark chocolate kissed eyes that he loved to flaunt on camera. And of course who could forget his humor; I mean, he's the only person who I can sit down on the sofa all day with and just laugh relentlessly.
"Hey... You alright?" I stuttered out, still mentally gaping at my previous thought.
"Yeah, brilliant." he replied, making his way to his bed before sitting down with a sigh.
I made my way over to the bed and sat myself down beside him "You know, you can tell me anything right?" I said hoping to convey assurance.
He laughed.
What the hell does that mean.
After his giggling settled down, he shifted his body over to my direction, his hands intertwined "Phil, tell me, why are you so concerned?" he tilted his head slightly.
"What do you mean? I'm you best mate yea? I mean, I figured since we're friends-"
"Well what If I don't want to be just friends?"