Pip had arrived home now, awkwardly staring at the crumbled up letter on his nightstand. He was scared to open it. Questioning as millions of endless possibilities, of what may be written on the letter, ran over and over, in constant repeat in his head.

He tried hard to ignore one of the possibilities, one that might aswell be true, one that, some may call “the obvious”. A letter on Valentines Day? People immediately assumed of a confession, but Pip, wasn’t like most people. He was disliked and bad-mouthed. The number one thing he thought the letter was, was a letter, written to end their friendship.
Pip didn’t want that to be true, a friendship that he favored the most, a friendship he admired, a boy he admired, leaving him.

Panic rushing through his veins, he picked up his phone, noticing how Damien had left a text message.

“I’m sorry, that letter was stupid, can we just pretend that I never wrote it?”

Now Pip was even more stressed, he was glad that Damien regretted the, inevitable insults, but he still had, some weird hope.

"I haven’t opened the letter yet.”

Pip’s hand shaked as he tapped the “send” button. Never in his life has he been this scared to send a text message from his best friend.

“Oh. You haven’t? Well, don’t open it then, I regret “telling” you what was in the letter. Just bring it back to me tmr?”

After reading that message, Pip immediately opened the letter. Brush crept onto his face as he read Damien’s hand written note. A smile as well, as he picked up his phone excitedly to text Damien.

“Damien!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Damien, cringed at the amount of explanation marks, confused on what the absolute fuck got him so excited.

“Damien!! Your handwriting is so pretty!! I’m sorry! I read the letter! I was kinda worried! Sry sry sry sry!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Now Damien was the one left worried, typing in response,

“You read it? Philip I told you not to! I know you don’t like me like that, so what was even the point?? Just bring it back tomorrow, ok?”

Damien was mad, but not at Pip, at himself, for doing something so unbelievably stupid.

"What do you mean I don’t like you like that? I’m the one who gets to decide if I like you or not! And I absolutely do!!💗💗”

Normally, Damien hated when Philip used those weird emojiis, but apparently, at the given context, it was okay.

“Is it okay if I keep the letter though? It’s so cute<3333”

Damien didn’t understand what those overused “3’s” were for, or how he found his lame confession “cute” but he was happy nonetheless.

“Okay Philip, you can keep the letter.”