I woke up to the smell of pancakes, and tea being made. I knew it was Phil but the food wasn't being made for me like it used to be.
I slide my fingers down my cheek feeling the dry raw tears from the other night.
... I heard small laughs echoing through the kitchen...of course...he was making it for raven. I remembered all those times our phan's would say: 'phan is real'...oh how i wish they where right.
I sluggishly climbed out of bed and slumped into the kitchen. my vision was still blurred, but I was positive that I seen raven twirling stupidly on the bar stool.
I planned to not make eye contact with them what so ever. I walked next to Phil grabbing the box of cereal and pouring a little in to a bowl. I was so used to the box of cereal being empty coz phil used to eat them daily as if it where a bag of crip's, but that no longer happened. no madder how mad I used to get. . . I will always miss those little weird , adorable things he had done.
"dan. our wedding is in a few say, will you accompany phil to go pick up his tux?" raven asked. I planted a fake smile across my face. "sure" I said rolling my eye's at her, first making sure phil was not looking. "ready to go then?" phil asked. sill not looking at me.
I noticed he reached over to grab raven's phone.
"I lost mine i'll borrow your's today" he said plunging the phone into his back pocket. at that moment I make it my mission that day to grab her phone somehow , and send the screen shots to my phone, but how?"
"Are you guys going?" raven asked. placing her elbows onto the counter and supping hand on her cheeks. "right now" I said. I pulled on my red converse and that black shirt I usally wore with that mysterious white circle, and blue jeans and phil . . . I don't know what the fuck he was wearing that day, but It sure was not like him
we climbed on a taxi, and drove off into the town. phil focused his eye's onto the blue sky plastered with patches of white cloud, while I playing meaningless game's on my phone resting my head against the care door. phil's black hair shone perfectly with the warm sun beeming into the window. I smiled. I then glanced over to the taxi driver. . .he looked familier, I've seen him some where before, but where? "so witch one is getting married?" asked the taxi driver, peeking into the small mirror that had blocked the sun from his view .
"he is" I mumbled slightly pointing over to phil.
"congratgulations, but . . . make sure you're marring the right person" said the driver. phil frowned at his. his face turned red ; flushing with anger.
" I am marrying the right person" he yelled angrily glaring at the taxi driver.
"woah kid. . . calm down. . . i'm just saying . . .there might be some one else your life who might have strong feelings for you" said the taxi driver , pulling up to the shop. I them remembered were I seen him. . . he was the worker at the bakery.
we entered the shop, and approached the counter. it was calm, and quit , the sound of so many people whispering a conversation about there wedding made my heart sink, remembering phil was getting married and I would soon loos him. . . our phamily will be torn apart. . .ill never see him. . .forever.
raven was going to murder him and I needed to save him, but how . . . he didn't trust me anymore.
"phil lester?" the woman at the front desk said.
"yes can I try it on before I take it?" phil asked grabbing the suit from the womans arm's. I sighed. I did not want to sit through another stupid wedding thing. . .again, but I had no other choice.
"sure" said the woman. she lead phil to a large dressing room, and gestured me to sit down on a small wooden stool. i sat down waiting for phil to finally come out. i needed to find a way to get raven's phone, and fast. . . i wish peej had been there he would know what to do emidieatly . i shoke my leg violently trying to think of a way. phil finally walked out of the dressing room, and stood in front of the large narrow mirror.
i lost my focuse as i relized how amazing he looked. . .he definatly lived up to him user name.
a phone began to ring , it sounded as if it was coming from a dressing room.
"hey, dan can you hand me raven's phone it's in the dressing room in the black pocket of my pants" asked phil.
i scurried in his dressing room, and dug through his clothes trying to find the phone. i pulled the phone out of his grey jeans. that was the only chance to send the screen shot, and i had to take that chance. i waited for the ringing to stop.
as soon as it stopped i typed in my phone number, and sent the screen shots.
"dan!" called phil.
i ran out of the room dan placed the phone onto phil's gentle hand , the hand i wanted to be able to hold in public with no hesitation he sighed as he noticed he missed the call, and handed it back to me. as i glanced down at the phone at the plat, and raven was there id she found it . . ."dan?" phil called. inturupting my worrries.
"i know I've been a dick to you lately , but can i tell you something?" asked phil. know he admits it? . . . ugh just another hame he is playing to use me as his sponge he pours his thought into as i soak then in wishing for our old friend ship.
"what id it?" i asked placing the placing on the wooden stool.
"i'm . . . nervous" phil said. i could not belive him i thought her was going to say he tell's me another stupid problem he had . . .i was right. i let out a deep sigh, and searched his eye's . . .yet again . . . no sympathy for my pain.
"you shouldn't be nevous" i lied. . . he should be nervous! he was going to be murdered by his future wife, and her secret boy friend. "thank's" said phil giving me a warm smile , not the same as his old innocent smile , but still a smile.