Phil's POV

It had been almost five hours since I got home. I was going to screw this up. I just knew it. I always ruin things like this. That's just the way I am. I ruin things before they even get good.

I picked up my phone and started to type.

'Hey, it's me, Phil.' I stared at the unsent text for eternity, fighting with my conflicting thoughts. Okay, I can do this. I can. I held my breath an pressed the send button. No going back now.

Not ten minutes later, my phone buzzed.

I picked it up, 'Hey, Phil, it's me, Jordyn. What's up? :P'

I smiled to myself and replied, 'Nothing much, just sitting around. -Phil' I wished I was more interesting so I had more to say... What if she thinks I'm boring? Okay, enough with the insecurities, Phil.

'Yeah me, too. And my house was only parcially burnt down, if you were wondering lol. -Jordyn'

I laughed. Dan gave me an odd look from across the room. I didn't care. 'Well at least you have part of your home. Thankfully my flatmate was too distracted by technology to do too much damage. -Phil' I hoped that was witty and charming, not annoying sounding.

'Well that's what technology's for, right? -Jordyn'

Jordyn's POV

'Well that's what technology's for, right? -Jordyn'

So far so good. I thought that I was being pretty cute. Why is it that I seem so much less socially awkward and dorky by text. Well I probably still seem pretty dorky, but at least I can crack jokes without basically passing out.

Phil seemed really cool. I really hoped something could happen between us.

The text conversation went on like this basically until three in the morning when he said that he had to get some 'beauty sleep'. He was so cute.

I couldn't sleep. My mind was far too preocupied with the day's events. When I did finally fall alseep, my dreams were clouded with those sparkling blue eyes that I couldn't seem to get out of my head. I don't know Phil, but looking into those eyes made me feel like I'd known him for a lifetime.

In his eyes I was a past. I saw innocence, yet to be corrupted. I saw pain, the pain of living on this earth. I saw love, not love for me, just general love. Love for life, love for the world, love for being. I also saw something that resembled hurt and agony. It was barried deep, but it was there. It was there behind that dark fringe, behind that adorably innocent smile, behind those long, dark eyelashes that lined his eyes so well.

His eyes gave away his story. His eyes gave away his life. I loved it. I loved how much you could see in him behind those- azure eyes. The honesty in them made me feel safe.

These were the thoughts that swam through my mind as I slept.

I wished I wouldn't have to wake up from those amazingly fanciful dreams.

But I did. It's okay, though. Maybe I'll get another text from Phil today.

I should really stop thinking about this boy that I've only just met. It's getting a bit unhealthy. It's not like we're even close to dating, much less boyfriend and girlfriend. I need to just cool it with the Phil stuff. He probably hardly remembers what I look like.

But I'll never forget those eyes...