(Y/N) has been friends with the Lester family for years. At the funeral of your best friend, you finally meet him, Phil Lester. The one member of the Lester family you never met.
Your parents persuade Phil to move into your flat because they are co...
Y/N= your name Y/LN= your last name F/N=your friend's name You don't want to be here. You didn't want to come to the funeral You just want to be alone. You want to mourn the death of your best friend. You aren't depressed despite what your parents think.
"Are you okay?" someone asks you.
"I'm fine." you almost snap looking down at your shoes. Your best friend gave them to you for your birthday. You never got to thank them for the shoes.
"Y/N! Be nice to Philip!" your mum scolds you. "You can call me Phil, Mrs. (Y/LN)!" Phil smiles at your mum.
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Phil. The Lester's other son. Your family has been friends with the Lesters after your brother went to school with their son, Martyn. You have never met Phil before, but you've heard of him. You and his 3.5 million subscribers on YouTube have heard on him. All the girls who were in your year watched him and begged you to get autographs for them. You never did because you never met him.
"Mum, can we just go home?" you ask quietly.
"Shouldn't you go with F/N's family? I thought you were going to go with them," your mum says confused.
"I want to go home," you quietly say to her.
"If that's what you want, Y/N," she sighs.
"That's what I want, mum. I just want to go home," you say loudly.
"Well I have to go talk to my brother. I'll see you guys later. Bye Mrs. Y/LN. Bye Y/N. It was nice to meet you!" Phil smiles as he awkwardly walks towards his family.
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"Why can't you be nice like Phil? He is such a nice young man. You could learn a thing or two from him, Y/N." your mum says as you walk to the car.
"Can we just go home, mum? I'm really not in the mood for a lecture," you say checking your emails as you get into the car.
Most of your emails are from the girls who were in your year trying to get you to get autographs or pictures with Phil. You delete all of them annoyed. You never talked to them. The only person you talked to was F/N. Now your best friend is gone. F/N is popular. WAS popular. They were dead. You couldn't believe that you had to refer to your friend with was instead of is.
You aren't popular. They were ying to your yang. The Prim to your Katniss. The Donna to your Doctor. The Hermoine to your Ginny. You could go on and on about what they meant to you. But what's the point? Going on and on about someone who is dead. Someone who is gone. Someone who won't come back.
"Earth to Y/N!" you hear your mum call out as she snaps her fingers in front of you.
"Sorry mum. I got distracted," you sigh as look out the window.
"Are you okay Y/N?" your mum asks stroking your hair as she parks the car in front of your flat.
"My best friend just died, mum! You can't ask me if I'm okay!" you cry out as you exit the car slamming the door behind you. She calls out to you but your ignore her. You take the stairs up to your flat. She doesn't understand. You open the door to your flat and sink down as you start to cry. You immediately call F/N.
"Hi! This is F/N! I can't answer the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll call you back!" their voicemail answers.
"Hey F/N. I really miss you. I just want to talk to you. I wish you didn't die. I wish that I was the one who died. You didn't deserve this," you sob into the phone quickly hanging up. You didn't want F/N's family to hear the voicemail and think that something was wrong with you. You put on your pajamas and crawl into bed hoping that this was a dream and that F/N would be at your door the next morning.
