Damian's Pov
"If you smile at your phone one more time, I swear I am throwing it out of the window."
Patrick's voice pulled me away from my thoughts.
I looked up from my phone.
"What are you talking about?"
He folded his arms and leaned against my bedroom door.
"I have lived with you for almost three years."
He narrowed his eyes.
"I know your normal face."
I laughed.
"And?"
"And whatever that face is, it is not your normal face."
I shook my head.
"You watch too many movies."
He walked over and sat on my bed.
"No."
He pointed at my phone.
"You've been staring at it for the last ten minutes."
I looked at the screen.
Debbie's contact was still the last person I had spoken to.
I had typed three different messages already.
Deleted every single one.
"What are you smiling at
