Chapter 7

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When I finish filming and clicking random buttons and figuring out what they do – well, editing – I start uploading the video, then text Phil.

‘I’m uploading a video now.’ He texts back within seconds, as if he was staring straight at his phone, waiting for me.

‘YAY! What’s your username? I’ll subscribe.’

‘Danisnotonfire’ I don’t remember why or when I made my username, but I guess it was just one of those weird names people get. Like there’s people with g-mail accounts like cutepuppies or hotguy123.

My phone starts ringing and I press accept.

“I REALLY LIKE YOUR USERNAME!” Phil screams from the other side of the call. Even though he’s screaming, he sounds tired. I laugh.

“Thanks. I’m uploading my video, but it’s taking ages.” I reply, keeping my eyes on the blue bar, watching as it slowly fills up.

“Yeah, they take a while.” He chuckles.

We talk for hours and when I hear him yawn, I pull my phone away from my ear and check the time.

“It’s 1 in morning.” I tell him. He quietly laughs.

“We should probably sleep then.” He says.

“Maybe.”

We say bye to each other and I hang up the phone. As I lay down in my bed, my eyes stay wide open as I replay the entire conversation in my head. It wasn’t much – but it was something.

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