Jelous / A Phanfiction

phan 1

I grabbed my favourite black sweater, Phil got me last Christmas. It was a used tshirt he gave me, not that im complaining. Who wouldnt want to wear a jumper that smells like Phils warmth and aroma.

I grabbed my macbook and walked to Phils room. I twisted the door knob.

I dropped my laptop to the floor and it fell to the ground.

This cant be happening! I mentally screamed.

There on his bed, the bed we shared our thunder/netflix nights in. Was Phil and a girl with long black hair. He didnt hear the door open or the sound of my laptop crashing to the ground. His lips pressed against that sluts face. Her hands pulling the hem of his dinosaur top.

This is PORN im leaving.

I picked up my laptop amd ran back to my room. I threw my laptop on the bed and watched it break into two. The screen shattered. Like my heart. I wiped of the tear that were held back in my eye sack.

"SHE DOSENT KNOW WHATS SHES MESSING WITH!" I yelled.

"I AM DAN AND I MAY NOT BE ON FIRE BUT I SURE CAN WIPE YOUR LITTLE PANCAKE ASS IN A SWIPE"

I know i have a pancake ass too but no need to go there.

I grabbed my phone and rang the first number that came to me.

BRENDON! AT THE URIE.

"Brendon Urine my man"

"Its Urie you crack"

"Same thing, i need your help"

"Do i need to spank Obama again" he said groaning.

"No, i need your wizard book"

"Hello?-" he hang up on me.

I rang the next number.

EVAN PETERS

The number didnt even go through and sent me straight to voice mail. The voice mail was Zayns new song Pillowtalk. Thinking of the song made me cry tear.

"Wish me luck" i said to myself and rang the next number.

"DUN DUN DUUN, Josh can i perhaps borrow your Makeup/ face painting set"

"Im on the toilet right now, good bye"

"HELLO FROM THE OTHER S-" HE HUNG UP ON ME.

"Hey is this luke, well i was calling to ask for some of that blonde hair of yours, about 10 snips will be fine"

"Is this Phil?"

"No its-" before i could say Dan he hung up.

I wrapped my dinosaur blanket around me and sobbed, snorting in the process.

"Why would you do this my happy little Phil, we ate Chick-fil-a togther." I howled.