hey so this is just a lil filler chapter!
i know it's kinda short but i just needed a small filler thing!
thanks for reading <3
i waited patiently; the cool london breeze freezing the tip of my nose and cheeks. i kicked my feet feebly against the gravel and glided back on the children's swing. it was really no different to when i was younger. it's then that my eyes caught the sight of raven black hair and dazzling blue eyes. i stood up, smiling gently at the figure moving towards me. phil smiled bashfully and waved.
"greetings earthling!" he giggled, stopping in front of me. i grinned softly back at the boy and leaned in to hug him. i felt a fist against my chest stopping me. looking up, i noticed phil looking a little uncomfortable. oh shit. i forgot about the whole memory thing...
"sorry phil.." i cleared my throat in an embarrassed manner and looked down. it was still pretty hard. i saw him as the same guy.. but phil had no idea who i was. this could be taken as a fresh start from optimists. fortunately, i was no optimist.
"hey, don't look so mopey. it's alright." phil said cheerily whilst walking to the other swing and sitting down. kicking his feet, phil began to swing back and forth with a boyish smile. i returned the small grin and resumed to my own swing.
"so.. what else would you like to know?" i asked after a moments silence, locking my eyes on phil's. i had told phil the majority of his past and his family and little things like how he likes his tea and which duvet is his favourite etc. i had purposely left out all traces of our relationship and also pj. though, i was expecting pj to show up at some point to make himself known or text phil. so it wasn't much of a surprise when phil asked:
"who is pj?"
a deep sigh escaped from my lips as i massaged the space between my eyebrows {his glabella amiright fam}.
"pj is a... well, he's not a friend. he's done some pretty shitty things to you before, phil. don't trust him."
phil looked surprisingly taken aback by my response. his angelic expression was replaced with one of confusion.
"but.. what has he done?" the raven haired boy asked curiously.
i let out another sigh and kicked my feet, swinging higher. perhaps if i kicked hard enough, i'd fly into space.
"he's just been a real dick towards us both.." i shuddered, thinking of the past. memories started flooding my brain, overriding every other thought. pj. pj.
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six years ago:
"pj!" my eyes flooded with tears as the curly haired boy in front of me ceased to show any emotion. his face was a blank canvas staring straight through me.
"pj please.. you don't have to do this." i howled at pj. but his face was stone and he refused to answer me. his lips seemed to be sealed shut.
i sniffed and leaned in, pressing my lips firmly against pj's. i hoped that maybe, just maybe, the taste of my lips would snap pj out of this daze. however, as i opened my eyes- pj was still staring into nothingness.
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"dan?!" phil yelled as i swung let go off the swing in my daze. i flew forward and my body was thrown onto the floor. a groan escaped my lips as i attempted to sit up, my arm hurting like hell. phil came running towards me and knelt down beside me.
"crap. dan, are you alright?! can you hear me?!" phil said worriedly, looking down at me with concerned eyes. i smiled softly as i looked deep into phil's eyes.
"have your eyes always been blue..?" i mumbled. shaking his head gently, phil laughed.
"you have a concussion or something. c'mon, get up." he said in a sing song voice and helped me up off the floor. the two of us began to walk out of the park side by side: phil's arm around me, helping me walk.
"phil..?" i mumbled as they trotted along. the raven haired boy nodded slightly, turning to face me.
"seriously, have they always been blue?"
phil giggled again and continued to walk.
"yep. definitely concussed."
