A few days later, Y/N was with Phil and they were on a call with some of his friends. They weren't streaming or recording anything, they were just chilling and asking each other questions.
"What is the most you've ever drunk?" someone asked the adults.
However, no one expected Y/N to answer.
"I used to drink," he mumbled, looking at something on the floor.
Phil spun to face him quickly. "What?! When?!"
"January to May, a few times a week," Y/N said calmly, not meeting his father's eyes.
"Phil, you let your teenage son drink?" someone asked, astonished.
"No! How did you even-" Phil started.
"I snuck out my bedroom window once you and mum were asleep. Then I went to the pub down the road," Y/N explained.
"That's illegal, you would've been 16. How did you buy it and where on earth did you get enough money?!" Phil questioned his son, extremely confused and concerned.
"Fake ID," the teen sighed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He avoided the question about money.
"What the actual fuck?!" Wilbur exclaimed on the other end of the call.
"How did I not find out about this until now?" Phil pressed, determined to find out the whole story.
"I just stayed in my room for the entire day afterwards, you just assumed I was working or asleep," the boy shrugged.
"I'll have a talk with you later," the oldest male sighed then turned back to his screen and rubbed his temple gently.
"I also got a tattoo," Y/N muttered under his breath but the people on the call and his dad still heard.
"You did WHAT?!" Phil's mood had gone from calm to angry and confused.
"And I got a nose ring about 10 minutes after you said I wasn't allowed any facial piercings," the teen added and the people on the call chuckled quietly trying not to anger Phil further.
When Y/N tried to stand up and leave, his father grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
"Don't even try it, you are staying right here," Phil said sternly and Y/N huffed lightly.
He then left the call and turned to his son with a disappointed expression on his face.
"Show me the tattoo," Phil sighed.
Y/N rolled up his sleeve to reveal a science tattoo.
"Nose ring?" Phil raised his eyebrow.
Y/N spun his chair around momentarily and faced his father with a nose ring.
Phil sighed and rubbed his temples.
"What am I gonna do with you?" He muttered under his breath.
"I don't know but I'm going to bed," Y/N said as he pushed himself out of the chair.
"No you're not," Phil said, folding his arms.
"Yeah, I'm not," Y/N smirked and left the room.
He went into his room and sat down at his computer. Immediately, he started editing another of Tommy's videos.
