On Saturday, Phil and Y/N went to meet Tommy. When they got there, they were surprised to see Tubbo, Ranboo and Lani as well as Tommy.
"Y/N! Hi!" Tubbo smiled.
"Hey," Y/N grinned slightly before turning to his father. "You didn't tell me all of them would be here."
"I didn't know," Phil whispered back.
"So this is the one you've been talking about all week?" Lani asked her brother and his friends.
The teen boys stared at her embarrassed. Y/N felt his gut twist as he thought about what they might've said about him. Lani saw the look in his eyes and quickly reassured him.
"It was only good things, don't worry," she smiled before she walked away.
The males sat down on a picnic mat and just talked for a few minutes.
Then, Y/N saw a girl rushing over to them. He quickly stood up and walked over to her.
"Hi! Why didn't you tell me you'd be in London today?" She giggled sweetly.
"I, uh, forgot," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Well, since you're here, can I have some money? I was going to have a shopping spree with my girls but I forgot my card," the girl smirked slightly.
"Uhm, ok," Y/N fumbled with his wallet for a few seconds before handing her his card.
"Thank you!" She squealed and kissed him quickly before rushing off to her friends.
Y/N walked back over to his friends who had watched the whole scene. They were all shocked and confused as Y/N sat back down.
"Whos she?" Tommy asked, suddenly protective over his editor and friend.
"She is my girlfriend," Y/N replied simply.
"I forgot about her," Phil sighed, sitting up straighter.
"And you just let her have your credit card?" Ranboo asked, bewildered.
Y/N shrugged and went on his phone for a while. Then, he got a notification from Twitter. When he saw it, he decided to read it aloud to his friends and father.
@Ph1LzA your son is a man whore
Attached to the tweet was a photo of Y/N and his girlfriend kissing. The teen frowned slightly at his phone before turning it off and putting it back in his pocket.
"Anyway, I have work in an hour, we need to go," Y/N said as he stood up.
"You work too much," Phil sighed as he followed his son.
"No, I don't," Y/N huffed, getting in the car.
"Take a break kid, you have no time to live anymore!" The older male persisted.
"Yes I do," the teen grumbled, crossing his arms as Phil started driving.
"You edit for Tommy, work at the library, babysit 14 kids and have school, when do you have time?" Phil listed all of Y/N's different jobs.
Y/N didn't reply and just sunk down in his seat. Phil rolled his eyes and kept driving.
"And you're in a band and you go to the gym," Phil added and Y/N mumbled an angry reply under his breath.
Once they got home, the teen went straight to his room.
