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Phoenix was a little nervous as he walked through the hallways to find Miranda's room. He walked slowly and glanced at all the room numbers, watching them increase. 10, 11, 12... He knew, of course, that this late night kitchen run with Miranda wasn't a date by any means, but it was pretty ,much the closest he'd ever gotten to one. 15, 16, 17... He blamed his nerves on the fact that he just wasn't used to having such pretty friends. 23, 24, "Twenty-five," he announced to himself. He gave the wooden door two swift knocks and waited for Miranda to open it.