Film Addicts//PhanAU

no.14

[Phil's POV]

I walk down to Bass nervously. I don't know if Brendon will talk to me, or just stonily ignore me.

But when I walk in, Brendon isn't there. Mr. Toro, Ray, looks at me angrily.

'Um...' I say. 'I'm here for work...'

'You don't work here anymore.'

'Why not?' I ask, surprised.

   'After your last shift, Brendon came to my office and flipped out. He said he would quit if you didn't get fired. So then I said I would fire you, but Brendon started to cry and quit anyway. I've got new workers now. Sorry. But bye.'

   I leave the shop, stunned, before kicking a trash can and screaming. A woman looks at me weirdly. I start to walk through the streets, and stop outside the nearest tattoo parlour.

   About two hours later, I leave, with the words you're worse than nicotine tattooed between my shoulder blades. I'm still crying.

Oh cráp, cráp, cráp. Why am I such a stupid idiot? I hate myself so much. I ruin everything. The only thing that hasn't gone wrong in my life is Summer. I have to stick with her. My girlfriend. My babe.

I feel like shît.

I wander round town for a while, thinking about what Ray said, and what I did. Thinking kinda helps, but not really.

I walk back to the apartment blocks, and decide that I still can't face Amelia, or Dan. I heard they had an argument anyway.

I walk over to Summer's house. She opens the door, grinning sexily, then looks at me in shock. She quickly masks the shock with a smile.

'Phil!' she says. 'Why are you here?'

'Hey,' I reply. 'Uh... I just thought I could come over and talk... what's all this?'

I look around her apartment. She has set out candles and there are two plates of spaghetti on the table. She looks a bit uneasy before saying;

   'Uh, I was actually just about to call you. Surprise dinner!'

   'Oh!' She's so sweet!

   I walk over to sit down at the table, then realise I really have to pee. I wander to the toilet and do what I have to do. I'm about to walk out when I hear Summer whispering into her phone:

  'Yeah... yeah... change of plans... I'll talk to you later. Love you. Bye.' She switches her phone off.

   'Who was that?' I ask curiously [and jealously].

   'What?' she says. 'Oh. Just my friend, Erica.'

   'Ok.' I think about it for a moment. It probably was just Erica.

   We eat dinner, and talk, and laugh, and I sleep on her sofa again. I can't face home.