Chapter 16
"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" You feel somebody shaking you awake. "Are you okay?"
"Wh-I... think so... what happened?" You sit up, rub your eyes and look at Phil.
"You were shouting in your sleep. I thought you were being murdered." Phil explains. "Was it a bad dream or something?" He slowly sits next to you on the bed.
"Yeah... I guess." You say, still slightly confused as to what just happened.
You close your eyes a remember the dream... well, the nightmare.
It was terrifying.
"Yeah. It was really bad. It was horrible. I don't like it." You say, bringing your knees up to your chest and clutching tightly onto them.
"Do you want to talk about it or..?" Phil asks.
You shake your head and make an "m-m" noise, signifying that you do not want to talk about the dream.
You try not to think about it as you rest your head on Phil's shoulder, but it's all you can think about.
Phil puts his arm around you and rubs your arm comfortingly.
"What time is it?" You ask.
"Three in the morning or something." Phil tells you.
"Ugh."
"You think you're going to get back to sleep?" Phil asks.
"Most likely not."
"What do you want to do?"
"Something. Oh! How about a super artsy aesthetic late night walk in the woods?"
"Wouldn't it be an early morning walk?"
"Do you want to be cool and edgy or not?"
"Oh yeah, cause you know what edgy is."
"I'm more edgy than you!"
"I think we're both equally non-edgy."
"Or equally super edgy."
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You and Phil are walking down a path in the area of the woods at the back of his house, still in pyjamas, but it's okay. The location you are trying to reach far away and there's not many people that go around the woods at three in the morning. Except for murderers.
Know that you've thought of that, going outside doesn't seem like a good idea.
Oh well.
"So, what do you plan on doing at uni if you go then?" You ask Phil.
"I don't know. Well, I've been thinking about doing something like English language and linguistics I guess." Phil says. "What about you? Are you planning on going to uni? You certainly have the money to."
"Well, I would. If I was allowed. But I'm not."
"Why not?"
"Cause my family doesn't think it's right for a woman to get a good education."
"Well that's sexist."
"I know right! Like geez. Go over to the Middle East where sexism is acceptable."
"I'm surprised that you were able to spend nineteen years of your life with them."
"As am I." You laugh as you reach the edge of the woods, immediately spotting the treehouse the two of you were looking for.
"Since we've established we're a feminist zone, I'm not going to say ladies first. Last one to the treehouse is a... I don't know. They loose. Bye!" Phil sprints off towards the treehouse.
"Oy! Fuck you Mr Cunthead Lester!" You sprint as well, but it's too late.
He's now climbing up the ladder of the treehouse.
"Ha ha! You loose!" He shouts after reaching the top of the treehouse, leaving you at the bottom of the ladder.
You climb up the ladder and stand next to him. "Screw you."
"I get the best view!"
"We both have an equal view of the city and sky though."
"Yeah, but I get to look at you."
"Smooth."
You both sit down on the rugged oak panels and look over at the lit up city.
It is a rather nice sight.
Seeing all those cars drive by, knowing there are millions of people going about their busy nights.
You don't really know what so many people would be doing at three in the morning though.
What is there to do?
Whatever they're doing, it's a beautiful sight.
That kind of give you an existential crisis.
"Hey, did we look at this last time?" Phil asks, his eyes not focused on the lights.
"At what?" You ask.
Phil gently takes hold and gets you to lay down with him.
"This." He says, pointing up to the beautiful night sky.
"Holy shit." You whisper. "Since when did so many stars exist?"
"I don't know. I just know that they're a great thing to look at."
"Well, if you think about it, they're all already dead. Just like everyone's going to be one day-"
"Don't even start with an existential crisis. I already have one friend that has them all the time, I don't need another."
"Since when did you have other friends?"
"Well, a said one friend."
"Is that that Dan dude?"
"Yeah."
"I want to meet him. He sounds lit."
"He sounds lit?"
"I heard it."
"You can probably meet him one day I guess, if you really want to."
"And if I escape marriage." You laugh. "I honestly don't know what I'm going to do about that though."
"Here's an idea; don't get a prenup, divorce him and take all his money."
"How devious. But, that won't work. They probably won't let me divorce him. Or not get a prenup."
"Well, I'm all out of ideas."
"Ugh. I hate him though. He's a fucking stoner bastard. How am I meant to marry someone I don't even like, let alone love."
"I can't even imagine having to do that. Marrying someone you don't love?"
"Before I even get to experience love though. It's fucking bullshit."
"You've never been in love?"
"No. Have you?"
"Maybe. Once."
"With who? What happened?"
"I... would rather not talk about it. It's not a very happy story."
"Oh. Well, I'm sure you'll get to experience it someday."
"You think somebody can be in love more than once?" Phil sits up and looks at you.
"Well, of course." You sit up as well. "It has to be possible?"
"Why does it have to be?"
"Because... it just does. Everyone must be able to be with someone in the end. Even a friendship."
"Can I ask something?" Phil looks back up at the stars.
"Go for it."
"Do you believe in true love?"
"Hm." You ponder and look back up at the sky as well. "Yes. I believe true love exists for everyone."
You both smile and watch the stars in silence for the next ten minutes before Phil breaks it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Shooting star!" He points up at a white, shining light flying across the sky. "Make a wish!"
You look up at it and close your eyes.
'I wish to marry my true love'
Dan and Phil's new video has me shookith/eth.
Is it shooketh or shookith?
Idk.
Bye lads.
~Noonpad~