I look in the mirror checking my appearance, making sure I look somewhat decent. I decided to wear a plain black shirt and skinny jeans, nothing really different from what I normally wear.

Since I have the greatest luck ever, my straightener broke this morning. I've been using that straightener everyday for 4-5 years. It was bound to break sometime. But why must it be this day?!

Lately I haven't had time to go get a haircut so my hair grew a little past my shoulders.

I wish I could just chop it all off. I hate the way my hair looks.

I sigh and move away from the mirror. Grabbing my black vans from the corner of my room, I quickly slip them on. After, I grab my phone and walk out of my bedroom.

When I am downstairs I look around for the car keys, agitated when I can't find them after 5 minutes of looking. "Mum, where are they car keys?" I shout to her.

"Oh I have them." She says coming into the kitchen where I was looking for the keys. She dangles them from her fingers as I look to her.

"Can I use them? I'm going to go see a friend." I explain. I'm trying my best to get this conversation over with as I am already late so I need to hurry.

"Tell Chris I said hi." Mum says as she tosses me the keys. With no coordination skills at all, the keys drop to the ground before I could catch them.

"It's not Chris mum. I do have other friends you know." I say, picking up the keys. Moving past her, I walk to the front door.

She gives a quick laugh, "Whatever. Have fun Dani. Remember your cerfew is at 10!" She calls after me while I walk out the door.

Before the door closes I shout back "I know! Bye."

Then I get into the car and drive to Starbucks.

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When I walk inside the Starbucks I spot Phil immediately. I walk over to the back corner where he is sat. While I walk over, Phil turns his head and sees me.

"Hey Dan." Phil says, getting up from the table and pulling me into a hug. I wasn't expecting , nor was I prepared for a hug so I was kind of startled at first, but eventually I hugged him back, taking in his warm embrace. "Hey Phil." I say.

"Sorry that I came a bit late." I say, breaking the hug.

"No it's fine. You can sit down, and I'll go get our drinks. What do you want?" Phil asks.

  "It's fine, I can get my own drink, you don't have to get it for me." I say. I hate it when people pay for me for anything. It makes me feel really guilty, so usually I just get things myself.

"I want to." He insists. It's obvious that he won't give up even if i wanted him to.

Giving up, I sigh. "Alright then," I say taking a seat in a chair. "Can I get a caramel macchiato please." Phil smiles and nods.

While he walks away I get my phone out, passing the time on Tumblr, liking and reblogging posts until Phil comes back with our drinks.

"Thank you." I say as I take the drink in my hands.

"No problem." He responds. I shove my phone back into my back pocket and take a sip of the drink. "Did you curl your hair?" Phil asks.

I chuckle, "No, this is my natural hair. My straightener broke, so I just have to deal with my hobbit hair for today."

Phil laughs. "Hobbit hair?"

"Yeah. Hobbit hair. It's what I call this mess." I say gesturing to my hair. I hate the way my hair looks when it's like this. Chris has told me before that it's looks good on me but I just don't beleive him.

"Well I like your 'hobbit hair'." Phil complements.

I scrunch up my nose "Really?"

"Yeah. I think it looks good on you. You should keep it like this." He suggests.

I laugh, slowly bringing my cup back up to take a sip. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen. I would rather swan dive into a lake of acid."

Phil laughs, "Alright, fair enough."

"So how's math going." I change the subject. Phil isn't really doing good in that class. I've tried to help him out with it at lunch sometimes but he hasn't made much improvement.

Phil sighs and rolls his eyes, "I have a D. At this rate I'll probably get an F by next week."

"We could study together more often, so we have more time than just lunch." I suggest. "I- I mean if you want to." I quickly add at the end.

Phil gives a small smile, nodding afterwards. "Yeah I'd like that." He says."But we can talk about maths later? I'm getting stressed out just thinking about it right now." He puts his head in his hands.

"Alright then, what do you want to talk about?"

After a few moments of pondering on what to say, Phil finally speaks. "What kind of music do you listen to?"

"Hmm. I don't know. I listen to all music. I mean, country music definitely isn't my favorite but some songs are barable." I answer.

"Same here. Have you ever heard of a band called Muse?" He asks.

"No." I say. I can see Phil's face light up with excitement to talk about this. He must really like that band.

"You have to look them up, they're amazing! They're quickly turning into my favorite band. PJ told me about them." Phil says.

Just hearing PJ's name makes me flinch, but I decide to ignore the thoughts about him. "Alright I'll look them up.." I say to Phil, which causes him to smile, somehow even bigger than before. Wow. He must really like this band.

Phil and I stayed for a while longer talking about random stuff like video games, music, tv shows, etc.

"Speaking of trees, let's go outside." Phil says.

I chuckle, furrowing my eyebrows. "Phil, that had nothing to do with our conver-" "C'mon let's go." Phil cuts me off, taking my hand and dragging me outside.

Before I am forcefully dragged outside, I quickly throw my coffee cup in the trash next to the door. Once we get outside Phil loosens his grip on my hand and I let both of my hands rest in the pockets of my jeans.

"Why did you want to go outside." I ask, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"I just felt like we'd been inside that Starbucks for too long." He answers. Which is kinda true. We've been in there for almost an hour.

"Okay then. What do you want to do now?"

Phil thinks for a moment. "I don't know. What is there to do around here? When I hang out with Peej we just hang out at eachothers house."

I roll my eyes, but Phil doesn't see. When Phil talks about Pj it still makes me a little angry. Just because PJ is a douche and I don't understand why Phil even likes PJ enough to be friends with him.

"Well I don't really go outside that much either to be honest. We could walk around and see what there is to do?" I suggest.

"Yeah okay." Phil nods, agreeing. "Let's do that."

"Um, let's head this way." I say gesturing towards the left. We both walk in silence for a couple of minutes. Cars passing by being the only sounds we hear.

I hate awkward silences. I mean, who doesn't. But what made it worse is that we kept awkwardly bumping hands and all I wanted to do everytime it happened was just hold his hand but I know I can't. I'm not that brave.

"Arent you cold with just that t-shirt on?" Phil asks me, breaking the silence, thank god.

"Not really. I don't really get cold that often.  I can handle it." I say. I swear to God, if he gives me his sweater like in a cliché movie, I will barf on the side of the road.

"Are you sure? Because we can go inside somewhere." Phil says, sounding really concerned even though he shouldn't be.

"Phil, I am fine. I promise." I insist.

"I don't accept that." He says. Oh god, please don't do the coat thing. Suddenly Phil comes close to me and wraps his arm around me, pulling mean close to his body. Well, I wasn't expecting that.

I feel my cheeks burn up, I look down trying to hide them. "Thank you Phil." I say, trying to keep my voice from sounding like I'm dying inside, even though i am.

Fuck. Why does he do this to me.

"So, you know when I said that I would help you study?" I ask Phil.

"Yeah."

"Well when do you think we would be able to do it?" I ask. "I really want to hang out with you again."

"I'm free any day besides next weekend." He answers.

"That's okay," The dinner party is next weekend so I guess it's good that he can't make it either. "How about the weekend after?" I suggest.

"Yeah that sounds good." Phil says with a smile. "By that point I expect you to have memorized all of Muse's songs so I can fangirl with you." I chuckle at that.

"Sorry we can't do it next weekend." Phil continues. My mum just got a new job and apparently one of her co-workers is having some big party. And since I'm her son I have to go along with her."

I stop in my tracks. No. Please God no.

"Hey," Phil says, stopping and turning to me. "Are you okay?"

"Did your mum happen to tell you who invited her?" I ask.

"Yeah. Um it started with a J. That's all I remember." He answers.

"Was it Jessica?" I ask. Please say no. Please say no.

"Yeah! That was it." Phil says. "Why are you so concerned about her name?"

"Phil. Jessica is my mums name. And she is having a dinner party next weekend." I explain. Phil smiles, "Really? That's great. I won't be alone and we could hang out." He says excitedly.

"Yeah, I guess." I say with a shrug of my shoulders. "Anyways," Phil says. "I see a pizza shop and I'm kind of hungry. Do you wanna go eat some?"

"Lets go." I say as we start walking towards the pizza shop.

Out of all the people that could have come to my mums stupid dinner party, it obviously just had to be the one person I have a crush on.

Great.

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Yes. Hello. It's me. I'm sorry for taking so long with this. Between the fourth of July and me being lazy it took longer than I intended it to. I also was trying to keep adding more stuff to the end when it was fine like this. So I hope you enjoyed a semi-longer chapter. I love you all. Thank you for all the reads x