Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
Hey Dan, want to come round ours?
                          
Yeah ok, I’ve got nothing better to do, what time?
                          
Awesome! Um in half an hour or so?
                          
Sure see you soon. 
                          
See you!
                          
I had just gotten off the phone with PJ and now I was lying on the sofa, listening to an old episode of Sherlock half-heartedly. It had been two days since I saw Phil last and I was missing him a tiny bit but we had been texting constantly. We were fast becoming good friends.
                          
I felt my phone vibrate and I pulled it out of my pocket, smiling when I saw it was from Phil.
                          
To DAN:
                          
I’m so bored… all by myself…
                          
I chuckled at his text and replied instantly.
                          
To PHIL:
                          
Too bad I have plans today so you have to entertain yourself :*
                          
I felt bad not inviting him to hang out with Chris, PJ and I, but they were still sceptical of Phil and I wanted them to get used to the idea of the ‘mystery rabbit man’ before they met him. Making him come with me now would probably just result in a giant awkward silence and then me making some terrible excuse to get the hell out of there.
                          
My thoughts went back to Phil and I smiled in spite of myself. I was still confused as to where we stood with our relationship; I would probably label ourselves as good friends, but lately his texts have been containing an intriguing flirtatious tone. The many wink-face emoji’s only served to confuse me even more. I felt frustrated, both with myself and the fact that I was acting like a hormonal 15-year-old. 
                          
If I was more confident I would just ask Phil how he felt about me and then, judging by his answer, either make a move or brush it off. Of course though, God decided to play a joke on my life and granted me a wonderful case of social awkwardness. Even if I did manage to ask him what his opinion of me was, I doubt I would ever actually summon up enough courage to act on it.
                          
I sighed and turned back to the TV, trying to distract myself from my heated thoughts as I watched Sherlock gather evidence and analyse. If I was Sherlock, I’d be able to figure this whole fiasco out in less than two seconds. Then again, if I was ever catapulted into the Sherlock universe, I’d probably just turn into Mrs Hudson; always in the background but never really knowing what’s going on.
                          
I was quite proud of myself, as I hadn’t had a complete fire-explosion, energy-everywhere meltdown in a few days. Normally, just little things would set me off into the need to create a full-scale inferno, but having Phil around quietened those thoughts and seemed to push that side of me away. He brought out a better side of me, and despite how cliché that sounded, it was true.
                          
Minutes ticked by and then it was time for me to walk over to Chris and PJ’s. I turned Sherlock’s face to black and grabbed my phone and keys, storing them in my coat jacket. Feeling happy today, I decided to take the stairs (even if I regretted it after the first flight) and then walked towards their house.
                          
It was late afternoon, shoppers still milling around but the general crowd beginning to change from happy tourists to evening goers. I pulled my hood up and turned my music to full volume, blocking any thoughts from spilling into my mind. Faces passed by and I walked with my head down, not looking to start any accidental conversations with strangers.
                          
I turned a corner and sighed as I caught sight of a messy green logo spray-painted onto the brick wall. The familiar green fist and circle, signifying there are FPP supporters near here. I shook my head at it and kept walking, not wanting to draw attention to myself.