Messages (Phan fiction)

Chapter 3

I I didn’t sleep well at all that night. My thoughts managed to keep me awake for most of the night, and when sleep finally took over at 3 am, it were my dreams that prevented me from having a peaceful sleep.

It weren’t bad dreams though, no. They were actually quite pleasant, but so confusing. As usually I couldn’t remember one bit about them in the morning, only one thing stayed in my mind. A voice. His voice.

As weird as it may sound the beautiful voice of my “secret admirer” was so intruding, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not for an hour, not even for 5 minutes. It kept getting back into my mind.
So of course, the first thing I did after waking up, was checking my phone for more messages, but except for the few he had sent me yesterday evening, asking if I was mad at him, there were none.

Despite my tries to not let the guy affect me and my feelings too much, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed to not find any messages. It may sound stupid, but I was really hoping for one to have arrived over the night.

Hoping a nice, hot shower might help to banish every thought about my “secret admirer” from my brain, I slowly got up from my cosy bed and made my way to the bathroom attached to my room. 
Of course it wasn’t as easy, and even after putting music on and singing loudly along with it, he just wouldn’t leave my thoughts. 
And since dreaming and thinking were things I was used to do all the time, I couldn’t just stop doing them and concentrate on something different.

I left the shower half an hour later and put on some clean clothes, before blow-drying and straightening my hair. I intended to go out with PJ and Chris later, so I wanted at least my clothes and hair to look presentable. Because after looking into the mirror I had decided my face, or rather my eyes looked more zombie-like than human-like, due to my lack of sleep.

After eating a bowl of cereal for breakfast, I went back into my room and turned on my laptop. Checking for any news on Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr, trying everything to take my mind of him. 
I groaned in frustration. I honestly behaved worse than the main character in one of those stupid, soppy teenage love movies.

I was about to slam my laptop shut, when the familiar sound of an incoming message from my phone made me stop dead in doing so Before I could mentally tell myself to calm down and get the phone in a calm, manly way, I had already jumped up and was skipping over to the phone, laying on my bed. 
So much for not acting like a 12-year-old.

“Like white waves crashing on a restless sea 
Beautiful blue as sky in Summer’s day 
You’re eyes appear so wonderful to me 
And marvel me in so many a way.

Your eyes are stunning, love<3 Hope you’re not mad at me anymore! :) xx”

Reading the message over and over again, my heart literally made back flips. As cheesy as the poem was, it still was really damn adorable. 
I mean, come on, how often do you get someone writing a poem for you?
Grinning like a fool I typed a reply, not wanting to waste any time, even though it probably made me seem a little bit too eager.

“You’re kind of really cute :] <3 And nope, I’m not mad anymore. Haven’t been mad at you anyway, just at myself :s”

Remembering what Chris had said the day before, I added a “x” at the end of the message and hit reply, after reading over it one last time. 
I then placed my phone down on my desk and continued scrolling through the internet, my left hand laying right next to the silver, shiny object, able to grab it as soon as another message would arrive. 
It took no time at all for him to reply and I hastily unlocked the phone to read what he had answered.

“Aww, but why would you be mad at yourself? You’re utterly perfect <3 xx”

I couldn’t help but blush at the message. No one had ever called me perfect. Sure, some guys, even girls, had called me cute or good-looking, but no one had ever gone as far as calling me perfect. 
A warm feeling started to spread throughout my whole body, making my fingertips tingle and my heart flutter in the best way possible. 
I thought a moment about what to write, before typing a quick reply.