my freudian slip - phan

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Phil still can't get over all the posters and writing on the wall. This kid was too cool for him.

"So what's the project?"

He tells him, including the detail about the grade. "I really need this. I'm about this close to failing."

Dan nods. "We can do it. Doesn't sound too hard."

"It's gonna take so much research though," Phil says in disbelief. 

"It'll be fun." Dan gets up to thumb through his records, totally ignoring the look of defeat Phil had put on. "Want to listen to anything?"

"Do you understand what I'm saying? And I suppose you won't be doing anything for it, huh?"

The cardboard makes swift swooshes against the air. "May I remind you who is in the year 13 English class?"

Phil grows silent. "Mrs. Ivy said you would like it."

"Ugh, can't do well now, can I?"

That causes a huff of laughter from Phil. "We can start it tomorrow or something, I just needed your number. Oh yeah, why weren't you at school today?"

"Didn't feel like it." He says abruptly. "What about t'Stone Roses? Some Cure? It is a Friday night."

"I'd call you pretentious if I didn't know you so well."

"It's all in what you show others."

That catches Phil off guard. He wants to know more about this ditch day but wonders how many other people have been that close to him to evensee his room.

"So why do you show me?"

Neither have spoken of the night before, and it sit's uncomfortable in the air between them now. Dan continues sitting in front of his record player with his back to Phil, taking out one to place it on the spinner.

"That's an answer for another time. But you'll get it. Do-" Dan runs his hand through his hair. "Don't leave."