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Buckley Jonathan Davis, that was the man that Philip ever so pathetically fell on top of at the skating rink a few weeks ago. Also he’s his boss. Yikes.
Honestly, ever since that moment Philip felt.. Different. He got really flustered and shy around Buck, he didn’t know quite why, and if he’s being honest, he kind of felt that way before, it’s just more out there now.
Nevertheless, he had work today. He took a shower, put some deodorant on (like what YOU should be doing, READER), brushed his teeth, then made a plate of breakfast for Luz when she woke up, placing a paper plate over it to A. keep it warm, and B. avoid contamination.
After that he grabbed the car keys and drove to work.
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Philip parked in the driveway and got out of his car, when he was about to lock it, that's when he heard an awfully familiar voice. But he was too in the zone to know who it was, so he hoped that it was just a small issue. Then, he heard it again, “Philip!”
Philip looked to his left and yelped when he saw Buck, “Buckley! You scared the crap out of me!”
“My bad, my bad,” Buck apologetically said, “Just wanted to surprise y’from your right.”
Philip paused, “..You’re at my left???”
“Left,” Buck blurted out, a small hint of pink on his face, “I meant your left.”
Then Philip realized something.
Buck was REALLY close, his face flushed as red as crimson at that realization.
Then something else
That feeling came back.
That made his stomach feel all weird, he bit his lip to try and sustain any awkward phrases from coming out.
Buck looked at him concerned, “Y’good, cowboy?” Buck took his glove off and reached the back of his hand to check his forehead, he was pretty dang hot. “Maybe y’should take a day off, you barely use your sick days.”
That last sentence made Philip come back to reality, “What- no! I’m fine, I just.. I remembered something embarrassing from a few years ago.”
“Oh,” Buck retracted his hand back and put his glove on, “Whatever y’say, partner.”
Partner. That word made Philip feel hotter, almost… sick. Yeah, he should probably get to the restroom.
Philip inhaled, “I’m going to go use the restroom,” he declared.
Before Buck could ask, he was already speed-walking there. Buck just chuckled, “Have fun, horse boy!” Then he went to sort through files in his office while listening to Dolly Parton.