my happy little pill | phan

4: Whisk Attack

Phil's POV

It's just after 3:30pm when I hear Dan's bedroom door open and himself and Tyler emerge, laughing loudly. I'm in the living room with a latte cupped in my hands and my laptop carefully balanced on my lap. They come into the living room and sit on each side of me; Dan to my left and Tyler on the right. I clear my throat.

"Tyler," I say and he turns his body to face me. "I'm sorry about earlier, and I -"

"Hey, it's okay," he nods. "I understand."

I smile gratefully. When I turn back from Tyler to face the television, Dan is putting American Horror Story on.

"Dan, it's only half past three," I say.

"Yeah," Tyler chuckles. "But I feel like American Horror Story is our reward after the turmoil of editing two videos in two hours."

Dan laughs. "Turmoil?"

"Turmoil," Tyler replies. "Okay, so it was fun too, but you know what I mean. I'm freaking starving my tits off."

"Would you like some pesto and parmesan mini breadsticks?" I offer him a clear bag of breadsticks.

He takes three and eats them. "They're so good."

"I know," I grin.

We watch three episodes American Horror Story before finally deciding to go and show Tyler around our part of London by taking him out for...a shopping spree, I guess? Should I really call it that? Maybe I should call it a tour.

Outside, it's a typical British day. Cold air, the sun hiding behind a mask of dull grey clouds which threaten rain, and of course every so often a drop of rain splats down on top of us just to panic us as none of us have brought umbrellas or coats. We take the tube into London city centre and begin walking around.

"It's super cold in England," Tyler shivers. "The first shop we see is the one we're going into."

"Even if it's a shop that sells sex toys?" Dan raises his eyebrows.

Somewhere, I hear a small child crying. "Especially then," says Tyler. "Guys, I think see a bookstore. We're going there."

Dan and I squint through the gaggle of people with poor posture until our eyes rest upon a shop called plainly, "The Book Centre". How original.

We push open the glass doors and a breeze of warm air hits my skin. I breathe in the smell of coffee, sugary cakes and books as I watch Dan walk towards the back of the store where the science fiction area is. I follow him. Tyler scans through the crime section.

"Phil," Dan whispers. "I think I see a girl wearing one of our shirts."

Sure enough, when I turn around slightly I see a girl of around seventeen or eighteen wearing a red tee shirt with The Whiskers Come From Within scrawled across the front of it.

"I feel like a proud father," I chuckle. "Or one of those wildlife observers." I cough and shape my hands into binoculars to explain my point. "And the young Phangirl is sitting on the brown faux leather chair with a copy of Heir Of Shadows perched in her black skinny-jeaned lap. She appears also to be listening to music via her Apple iPhone. And the Phangirl appears to be...oh crap, Dan. She sees us. She's looking at me dead in the eye. Dan what should I do?!"

Dan is too busy smiling at my super amazing imitation of a "wildlife observer" to actually look up and tell me what I should do. Apparently, the girl doesn't actually see me or doesn't notice me and she continues reading her book. I suddenly get an idea.

"Dan," I nudge him and he slaps my elbow with a look of distain on his face. "Do you want to go over and have a "casual discussion" with the girl?"