I went over to Phil's flat. His actually has colour. Mine is just plain with his angelic face.
"Want to go over to your flat?" He asked. He was still in his pajamas. I would have to take all the pictures down and put some colour out.
"Sure. I just have to tidy it up a bit."
"Okay. I still have to get dressed and all. How about I come over at 12:00 for lunch?" He asked.
"Sure." It's 9:30 now. That gives me about two and a half hours to get ready. We said goodbye and I went back to my flat. All of the pictures taped on the wall of Phil were now torn down and put in a box. I got out old pictures and picture frames. I hung some pictures up. In the living room, I hung up my giant Muse poster and put some colourful pillows on the couch. I washed all of the dishes and put them away. Then, I went into my room and put away all of my clean clothes and put the dirty ones in the hamper. I made my bed and threw away all of the empty Malteser wrappers. I put some anime march around the room and finally it was done. I plugged in my straightener and started re-straightening my hair. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I called for the person to come in. I told them I was in the bathroom, but the door was unlocked. Phil came in and looked around.
"You shouldn't straighten your hair. You look cute with little curls. Like a hobbit."
"Thanks, Phil. I have never had a friend like you." I said sarcastically.
"What? It looks cute!"
"Well, thanks. Angel bean."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're like a little angel. You're so perfect."
"I'm like a lion. I'm the king of the jungle."
"That's your new nickname."
"What?"
"Lion."
"I'll call you Bear."
"Why?"
"It's suits you."
"Thanks."
"It's no problem."
"You're my first ever friend."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I've never had a best friend til I was eighteen.
(A/N *starts singing 18 by 5SOS* True story btw.)
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