I hurry and sit next to my best and only friend. He's busy shoving food in his mouth but gives himself enough time to mumble a "hello". I take out my lunch. The size of his has grown since the beginning of the year. Actually my lunch use to be nonexistent. Then Dan would occasionally contribute to the "feed Phil" foundation. Now I mine as well have a thanksgiving turkey on the table.
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Purpose || phan (book 2)
Fanfiction"Hello?" I pant. "Is this Phil Lester?" Someone's on the other end. I gulp. "Yes." "We have news on..." I hear papers ruffle in the background. "Uh...Dan Howell?"
