The Boy With The Blue Eyes; Phan

Phil. Seriously. No.

I lunge to grab his phone, but he gets there first. "Who is it?" I say angrily.

He sighs, "No one, Phil."

Seconds go by, and I'm hesitant.
But I do it.

"Then let me see." I gulp.
His eyes widen and opens his mouth to speak, when he looks over at his phone.

"Phil. Seriously. No."
I can almost see the guilt in his eyes as he begins to leave the room.
I lunge and grab his hand. Take his phone away and unlock it.

Jessie: I love you. Okay. I know I couldn't say anything like that in front of Phil, but I can't help it, Dan! I'm in love with you! I know you feel the same way. I saw you an hour ago and you seemed pretty drunk in deep love.
Please see me again :(
Love you ❤️.

I feel something tighten in my stomach, and my heart.
He stands there and looks at me, ready to fall onto his knees and start crying.

But it's not him who's crying, it's me.

I look up at him, which I couldn't do for long because I couldn't look into those eyes, the ones who belonged to the person I loved so much. The eyes that I trusted for so long? The ones that made me feel at home.

But they're not anymore.
"Why would you do this?" My voice cracks.

"Phil.. Let me expla-"

"GET OUT!" I yell, and cover my face with my hands.
"Phil.." He starts.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE DAN!!!" I yell a bit louder.

He doesn't say another word and walks out of the apartment.
He's gone for a few hours.

I hear the door open and close, and look up at him.
His eyes are red and filled with tears ready to fall.
"Phil. Please let me explain.."

I stand up and face him.

"I want your stuff out of here in the morning."
I say.