Pastel Pink//Phan

dan

We quickly entered the clothing store, and we headed to the back. I tried to hold back a string of curses, but failed miserably. Phil sighed, and then looked like if he realized something. He quickly started to walk, picking out some clothing items. I was confused for a moment, until he gave me said clothing items.

"Here. Try them on. If the police don't recognize you, you'll be—" Phil was interrupted by a phone call.

"Sorry, have to take this." He said. He got his phone and walked off, leaving me alone. I sighed.

I looked at the clothing items. Literally all of the clothing was the same color: pink. They were very diferent variations of pink, but I cringed at the thought of wearing pink.

A bit later, Phil came back, and he grinned. "Sorry, my friend Chris called." He put his phone away and looked at me.

"Anyway, try the clothes on." He said, pushing me towards a dressing room. I sighed. No way of getting out of this, is there?

I got in the dressing room and shut the door. I looked at the clothes. Nothing I liked. Great. I picked up a sweater, and put it on. I found a pair of black pants at the bottom of the pile. So pink wasn't the only color that was there. As I looked in the mirror, I realized that 'Meh, it could look worse.'

I opened the door and Phil looked towards me. He blushed.

"I-it's nice." He smiled and then opened his mouth when he was interrupted by an old lady, most likely a worker at the store.

"Oh hello Phil! How are you?" The elderly woman started a conversation with Phil. I sighed.

Phil finally stopped talking to the elderly woman. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded.

"Bye Angie!" Phil said to her.
'Angie' smiled a kind smile. She looked at me and winked. She then walked off, leaving us alone.

Phil turned to me again. He scanned the outfit and smiled. He took off his pastel pink flower crown, and put it on my head.

"There! Better. Hopefully now the cops won't recognize you. Well, maybe . . ." Phil said. He then came closer to me and I stepped back. I was about to get my guitar to hit him, but then he did something unexpected. . .

. . . He pulled the tags off the clothes?I looked at him oddly.

"C'mon, put your shoes on. We need to go." I was still confused and did as I was told. I got my guitar and my old clothes. Phil then pulled my hand, and went to the counter.

"Can I get a bag?" He asked 'Angie'. She pulled one out and gave it to him, who gave it to me. I put my old clothes in the bag. Phil smiled at 'Angie' and said "Thanks Angie! I owe ya, and put it on my tab!" He said and walked out. I followed while she smirked and wiggled her eyebrows at me. I shuddered and continued walking.

I followed Phil, but that's when I realized, I'm following Phil. I'm following him somewhere I don't even know.

I turned to him. "Hey Philadelphia! Where are we going? To your house to bang?" I smirked slightly when seeing him blush.

"N-no, I, uh, I'm taking you to my friend Chris' house. He said he'll help me cover for you and yea. . ." He said very awkwardly.

I smirked. Wow, this should be fun."
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*bangs head on table repeatedly*