Tutor me cutie •Phan•

Two

Dan's Point of View

Saturday.

Today was the day I was going round to his house. Only two hours left until I see his ocean blue eyes again.

I read the last text he sent me last night, smiling slightly.

From: ***********

It's Phil. My address is *************. 2pm. Tomorrow. Bring your books. I don't want this any more than you do. And don't you dare tell any of your friends where I live. See you.

Yes, his words were cold, but I couldn't blame him. I'd been bullying him for years.

I didn't actually hate him, of course I didn't. It was quite the opposite actually.

I've had a crush on him for six years, since year five. We used to be friends, actually. Best friends.

Then we started Lockwood and I was immediately sucked into the 'popular' crowd, just because I was attractive. Then that's when it started, all the girls, all the kisses. It broke me in a way. People were forcing me to be straight when I just knew that wasn't me. But of course all my 'friends' were homophobic dickheads.

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After two painfully slow hours of waiting, I arrived at Phil's house. Cautiously, I knocked on his door.

A few minutes passed before I heard someone run to the door.

'Hi,' he said.

Phil looked absolutely adorable, he was wearing a purple gengar t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He didn't have any contacts in so he had some black rimmed glasses balanced on the edge of his nose.

'Hey,' I said. 'I brought my books like you said.'

'Good. Come in.' He said shortly.

I followed him into his living room. It was really nice, it had two black leather sofas and a big flat screen TV.

'Do you want anything to eat or drink?' Phil asked quietly.

'No thanks.' I replied.

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