When Phil Left

HOW ABOUT I TRICK DAN? (Part 6)

-PJ's point of view-

-a few weeks earlier, before the incident-

I'm walking down the street and I run into Phil. Phil Lester. He's got on his shiny jacket and a pair of dark jeans with his usual black Vans. He notices me walking by, and I groan inwardly.

"Oh, hey PJ! Long time no see!" He holds out his hand for the handshake-hug we used to greet eachother with. I go along with it, rolling my eyes behind his back.

"Phil! What a surprise to run into you here!" I'm slightly annoyed by his appearance out of nowhere, and I wonder where Dan is. But I keep a bright smile on my face, acting much happier than I was to be around him.

We had a quick conversation, and I left, fuming on the inside. All he ever talks about is Dan. Dan, Dan, Dan. The man of my dreams. He's got this perfect wavy hair that he hates. His chocolate-brown eyes, oh man, I could gaze into them forever. But he's not mine, he's Phil's. Of course he is. Phil isn't a bad guy, he's got some good looks, he's a nice person, and he knows how to take care of Dan in literally any situation. I storm back to the apartment, just down the road, mumbling to myself.

-about a week after the incident-

Knowing that Dan is alone, I send him a text, asking if he wants to hang out. He calls me back, telling me he would like some video games and pizza.

I order the usual pizza, but only half as much, and bring over the games that we usually play. I get there and we set up in the living room. He gives my his phone, and I put it aside, taking out mine. I decide to test out an app I just got. It's for Twitter, and it'll spam the person you want with tweets, messages, and favourites. I haven't tested it out yet, so I decide to caption the tweets 'Can We Bring A Person Back To Life?' He wants his phone back, so I hand it to him, pressing the button on my screen to start spamming him. His phone instantly blows up, and I'm already regretting the decision.

The next thing I know, we're in the other side of the room, sitting next to a broken picture frame. Dan is in my arms, and I'm comforting him. I don't have the heart to tell him that it was a prank. I feel really bad, an I hope he doesn't take it too seriously. He knows about the law, and he knows what would be put on the line if anyone ever tried to bring back the deceased.

I let him go on about how he would be so happy if Phil was brought back. He's never going to want to see my face again, or hear my name. I've made a huge mistake. There's no way I'll be able to forgive myself, never mind him forgiving me.

After he settles down about the tweet, he seems much happier, and we get through a game of Mario; I order another pizza, as we've gone through this one. Another pepperoni and mushroom. We run through four levels of Paper Mario and switch over to Sonic. Once again, we get through the levels fairly quickly, so we turn over to Netflix. We cuddle close on the couch, watching all the shows we've already watched. He slowly falls asleep on my chest as I'm playing with his hair. After he falls asleep, I start crying, almost sobbing quietly. I know that once dan finds out, he's going to be so hurt.  This has already gone too far, and I need to find a way to fix it.

Editors note: hey guys ^-^ sorry I missed the update yesterday, I had some things to take care of. Anyways, I hope you're enjoying the story!