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Forever had absolutely no idea why he decided to work at a coffee shop. But, Cellbo worked there, so he had “no choice.” Luckily he was hired. Cellbo had meant no harm telling him he might meet a hot hew hire to move on from Philza.
Yeah, fuck that idea.

He was prepared for the worst, that he would fall for another worker. Forever at this point, was waiting for someone to open the cafe doors. Pacing, he heard the bells ring. Glancing up at the doors, he did not expect to see Fit and Phil himself.

“Oh! Hi, Forever.” Fit called at him, causing Phil to look up at him. Forever could be lost in Phil’s eyes, if only Philza let him. “What would you two like to drink?” He asked, cocking his head slightly at Fit, begging that he’d be the one paying or ordering.
He wasn’t that lucky.

Phil looked up at him and reached into his pocket for something, his wings ruffling as he began to speak,”I want something simple, maybe a juice if you will? And I think Fit just wants a black coffee.” Forever scowled at the mention of juice at a coffee shop, but he wouldn’t dare criticize a customer. Fit did it for him, though.” “Philza Minecraft! You won’t even get a tea?” It was clearly a tease, hitting against the fact Phil was british. Phil rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Any recommendations, Forever?” Forever slightly jumped at the fact he was being asked, but began to comply,”The green tea here is pretty good, but black tea with milk is just a good choice for basics, I guess.” Phil nodded like he was thinking. “Can I get a green tea, then?”

Fit looked a bit surprised that Phil had actually listened to his tease. Forever nodded,”£6.50, please.” Forever watched as Phil got the money from his wallet and handed it over. Forever dipped his head to make the drinks. In about 3 minutes, he had finished both drinks and handed them to each person. “Enjoy.” He said, without his usual enthusiasm.

Fit and Phil went into a corner of a cafe and began to take sips of their drinks. They began a conversation and Forever couldn’t help but observe the way Phil’s expression was able to change at every word. He then noticed Phil’s eyes widen, and his face turn a shade of red….
Were they flirting?
Oh, fuck his heart, why don’t you?

He sighed and looked away as Cellbit approached him, ears slightly perked up and tail curling. “I see you aren’t very busy, Forever.” He saw Cellbit smile fondly at him. He grinned back,”Ah yes, just dealing with my broken heart, on the floor out here, and you stroll in much later, I see how it is.”
Cellbit chuckled and lightly smacked him on the arm.

There was then footsteps up to the counter, Forever turned, expecting it to be a new customer, when in reality, it was Phil with a small slip of paper. His eyes widened and he glanced down at the paper. Phil’s face was a slight shade of pink as he handed the paper over. “Uhm, Forever, i’m uh, sorry we didn’t talk for a month, here’s my comm channel code if you forgot it?” He practically ran out of the cafe with Fit right after that.

He stared open mouth at Cellbo, who looked baffled.
He looked at the paper. A couple letters were scrawled across, so familiar yet so new.
TLMPDE.

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He opened his comm up, carefully looking for the add channel button. Pressing it, he added the code in, and typed a message.

{ Forever } Hey Phil, it’s been a little bit.

Once sent, he re-added Phil to his contacts.
Hey, he makes mistakes. This wouldn’t be one, he was sure.

A soon as he got a comm, he opened it, noticing it was Phil.

{ Philza } Hi, Forever. So sorry I didn’t speak with you for a while. Glad I saw you today, are you busy tomorrow? Tallulah misses you and Wilbur is finally home.

{ Forever } I’m off tomorrow, luckily. I wouldn’t mind stopping by for an hour or two. Chords?

{ Philza } Here. ************.

{Forever } Thanks.

——-

He was going to visit Phil tomorrow.
And meet his fucking son.
That’s a nightmare and a dream.
He went to sleep that night thinking about the morning and how much hell he’d go through if he ruined his impression.
——-

When he woke up, he opened his comm then messaged Phil.

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{ Forever } I’ll be over in 45 minutes, see you soon, Phil.
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Forever quickly got dressed and brushed his hair, braiding it quickly. He walked out of his house and used a waystone.
Oh.
He still had Phil & Missa’s stone.

That thought brought a warm flutter to his heart as he teleported through. He knocked on Phil’s door to see a tall brunette with glasses answer the door. Confusion riddled his face, he glanced back into the house,”PHILLLL!! ARE WE HAVING VISITORSSSSS?” Phil shouted something back, and the boy in front of him let him in.

He walked into Phil’s house and noticed Tallulah and Cheyanne playing. He missed this family feeling he got. He sat on the couch and watched as even more confusion riddled the tall boys face. “Who the fuck are you.”

The boy said, more like a statement, but Forever took it as an inclination to answer. “I’m Forever, you?” The boy nodded stiffly,”Wilbur.” Tallulah then looked up at Forever, noticing he was there. She ran over to him and hugged him, Forever chuckled lightly and ruffled her hair.

Wilbur was very obviously confused at the fact a guy he didn’t even know was in his dads house, and this same guy knew his kid. “Tallulah, mi niña, come here.” She smiled and walked over, adjusting her beanie. Phil then came from the kitchen, smiling as he saw Forever.

“Everyone, come here! Come here. I prepared a meal.” Forever smiled fondly at Phil, noticing the way Wilbur looked at him (as in forever) with regard he never knew someone could have.

After eating, Wilbur grabbed his guitar and began to strum while sitting on the floor. Phil, Forever, Cheyanne, and Tallulah were on the couch watching. The first few lyrics

“She's always asking, "Am I alright?"
As if auspicious or in my pint
I'll find the answer or a good night
Thank God the time is short”

Forever adores the way the song sounds as Wilbur’s voice fills the room with adrenaline. He smiles as Phil’s proud face looked at Wilbur.
When the song ends, Phil’s face lights up,”Wil, how about you play 505?”
Wilbur nodded eagerly.

“I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs.”

The song itself was very nice, yet the only thing Forever knew was the fact he was closer and closer to Phil by the moment.

Oh woe is his limerence, for he cannot ignore a desire for much longer.

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It had been a month since the coffee shop interaction and visiting, Forever and Phil had been interacting everyday and he was ecstatic. He was talking to Cellbo on break and he got a comm ping.
“Oh, just give me a second, Cell.”
He checked his comm and saw Phil’s channel pinging.

{ Philza } Can we talk when you’re done with work in 2 hours?
{ Forever } Yes! Of course.

Forever looked back up at Cellbit and nodded, hoping the rest of the shift would end quickly.

About 2 hours later, he was on his way to Phil’s.
“Forever.” Phil softly said, he looked like he was going to shatter. “Yeah?” Forever said, leaning back to fix his hair. Phil inhaled sharply,”Do you uhm, still…have feelings for me?” Forever froze. Fuck. What if Phil didn’t want to be friends anymore because he does?

“If I said yes, what would you do?”
“Nothing…just wanted to know.”
“Then yes.”

Phil exhaled softly, he looked exhausted, worn out, and even nervous. “Is something wrong, Philza?” Phil’s eyes drifted up to his, meeting them. Forever saw sadness, and something else there. “No, no. Course not, Forever.”

“Sorry to bother you, Forever. I should go.”

A wave of confusion hit him. Did he do something wrong?

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PHILZA
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Okay, so maybe asking if someone still has feelings for you is a bad idea.
And maybe it’s worse when you’ve rejected them before
And, and, maybe it’s even worse that you’ve just become friends with them again.
And it’s probably bad that's the reason you stopped talking to them.

It wasn’t his fault though! He just needed to know if he had a sho-
Wait what?
No, no, he doesn’t like Forever, right?

He swears.

Fuck. He does like him.
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About a day after he asked Forever, he decided to just confess. The worst that could happen is Forever is mad at him,

{ Philza } Hey, Forever, can you come to my waypoint

{ Forever } sure!

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Once Forever had sat on his couch, he breathed in and began to speak.

“Forever. You- uhm, have liked me romantically for a while, this is not a way to tell you to stop, at all-“ Forever’s mood shifted. “I reciprocate your feelings and I understand if you’re angry- I just need you to promise you will actually see me.”

“You’re serious, Philza?”

“Yes.”

“I will only see you, please, let me be the one.”

“Yes.” Phil said. At that, Forever leaned closer.

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FOREVER

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He placed one hand on Phil’s waist and one on his shoulders. “Can I kiss you?” He breathed, Phil nodded. Suddenly, Phil’s lips were on his and it was perfect.

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the woe of someone's limerence can be reciprocated, desires unmatched.

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