Phil (Coming Soon?)

Two: This Is Weird

I've had my face squished into a pillow for half an hour now. I need to get up and do something, but those words...those words are toying with me. This isn't fair at all! What the hell is 'half of the yellow triangle' anyway?

My phone begins to buzz, a text from my pen pal from the other side of the country; Tristan, or as he prefers to be known, Tris.

'Afternoon, Blair, how has your day been?'

'Creepy to say the least.' Is the first reply I find myself typing, however I erase that message and replace it with 'Good, you?'

'Good, I just finished the advanced physics exam!' Tris is a smart cookie to say the least. He has a passion for sci-fi so of course would have been entered in today's advanced physics exam. To think someone as painfully average as myself is best friends with a boy with a brain like a super computer. I know that even as a year eleven student, Oxbridge want Tris. They really want him.

'How did it go?' It's funny, if Joey had engaged me in conversation about that exam in the town centre, I would have feigned interest until I could make a bid for freedom, but I always seem to care more if something is going on in Tristan's life.

'Really well! I hope I aced it!' I can almost hear the enthusiasm as I read the reply from Tris.

'Hey Tris' I send the text accidently, thinking I had hit the backspace button.

'What's up Blair?' I am asked.

'Do you know anything symbolic about a yellow triangle, or half of one?' There's no way that I can back down now. I send the text to my friend.

'Hmm...Well pyramids are yellow, but that's all I can think of, why do you ask?'

"Could it be some Egyptian hocus pocus?" I muse to myself as I ponder over the most recent reply from the intelligent boy from the North West part of England.

'Just something someone said.' I type my response. It's not exactly a lie; it's just not really specific in terms of the truth.

'Oh?'

'Some homeless guy said I was half of a yellow triangle' I don't know why I sent him that. Why does Tristan have to suffer through the details of my creepy experience?

'Half of a yellow triangle...Did you get his name?'

'Phil.' My reply is quick.

'Phil...colours, shapes, Phil...' 

'Aha!'

Two texts in a minute, something has clearly hit Tristan. It takes him around five minutes after this shock to send me another text with an explanation, however I am simply sent a hyperlink. I click on the link and am sent to YouTube and am forwarded to a channel. The channel in question belongs to someone called 'crimson pentagon'. Crimson pentagon? A colour and a shape? That's like Phil's verdict of me? What? That makes no sense.