Good Morning Greetings {PhAn} [Completed]

Believable

"Phiiil!" I call out, stretching out the i.

The man pokes his head into my room and smiles. "What is it?"

I scroll through my Tumblr feed and gulp. "Were you planning on going anywhere tonight?"

He steps in and shakes his head. "No. Maybe going on Netflix or editing, but nothing major. Why?"

I hold up my phone. "Pj called. He wants to meet up again since he's in town. I said I'd get back to him with an answer after asking you. Do you want to come? Chris'll be there."

"Sure, I'd be fine with that." Phil sits on my bed and tips his head to the side. "Where are we going? I hope nowhere too fancy. I'm just not feeling the tux."

My lips curl up. "He said it'd be a surprise, but to dress casual. You'll be fine. Just throw on a pair of jeans and an okay-smelling shirt."

Phil rises up and leans towards me. "I'm not you, Dan."

I push him away and feel my face begin to heat. "Just leave me with my internet."

"Okay, leaving," he states, walking out. "What time do we have to be ready?"

I look up and shrug. "I think we should get to the hotel they're staying at around 7, yeah? That gives us three hours." My eyes make their way back to the laptop.

"Dan."

"Yes, Phil?"

"It's 6."

My gaze darts over the the corner of the screen. It was already 5:57. "Actually, we still have three minutes until 6-"

"Dan."

"What?!"

"The doorbell just rang."

"Shit!" I curse loudly, pushing the time-consuming device away. "Could it be Pj and Chris?"

Phil nods. "Most likely. How long ago did he call you?" he asks in a hurry, pacing to the door.

"I don't know!" I exclaim. "Maybe a couple..." The phone in my hand chimes. A text from Pj.

Open up, lovebirds. I swear that your neighbors are about to kill us.

Looking at the time difference from the last text, which was sent by Pj, I sigh. "Couple hours..."

My best friend groans. "Dan! Out of all the days, you choose to be defective in time-effeciency today?"

"Sorry."

He unlocks the front door and we come face-to-face with the rest of our Fantastic Foursome. "Hi!" Chris says excitedly.

I and Phil grin back nervously in response. "Come in, sorry about the mess."

"Oh, you mean Dan? Don't worry, we're used to it already."

The two make their way in and look at us. "So... you aren't coming along?"

"We are! It's just that certain people can't keep track of time." He coughs. "Dan." He coughs again.

Chris laughs and grabs Pj's hand, dragging him to the sofa. "We can wait. Take your time."

I speed-walk to my room and Phil stands beside me. "Why did they come over? I thought you had to text back saying we were coming."

"I don't know! Maybe they just decided to drop by?"

"Because that's what people do. No, never mind. Just, do what you need to do."

I huff and close my door behind me, searching for a shirt to change into. Picking up a random one, I decide that it looks fine and start looking for some bottoms.