Phil and I decided to do something as friends today.
He invited me to his house.
I walk up the gravel pathway that leads to his house.
His house is massive, well, compared to mine, it is.
I rub my hands together, trying to warm them up and get rid of the numbness the cold December wind had caused.
I wish the December wind made me numb.
I press the doorbell (which is covered in a layer of frost), and quickly slide my hands back into my pocket. My hair is in its natural state; Phil told me I looked better with it curly. So, if it isn't a school day, I plan to leave my hair natural.
For him. (A/N WE ARE RUNNING SO FAST YEAH WE NEVER LOOK BACK ok maybe im troye trash soz)
