Finally Falling [AmazingPhil]

Chapter 3

Clicking of keys. Someone opens the front door, shuffles in, then shuts it back to its original state. "Phil, I'm home!" shouts a man's voice. The person walks into the lounge. A tall, lean man with a dark brown fringe, nearly identical to Phil's, stands at the empty doorframe. I look up at him, "Hey, Daniel." He gives a small chuckle. "As I've said before, just 'Dan' is fine." "I will annoy you with it forever, Daniel," I smirk. "Well, then, looks like it's time to go facewall myself, again!" he comments sarcastically. I laugh as soon as those words came out his mouth. It takes about a minute for me to calm down. Breathing in, and out slowly. "Great, you've settled. Finally. So, where's Phil? I need to give him his groceries." I point up at the ceiling, to where Phil's room lies. "Okay, thanks, and you haven't touched my Maltesers whilst I was gone, have you?" Dan whispers quietly. He keeps a secret stash of Maltesers in the back of the top cabinet in the kitchen, which is probably the only place inside the flat where he doesn't randomly drop things behind. Well, other than my room, at least. Just last week, I found a crapload of empty Malteser packets & dirty socks behind the piano. Why dirty socks would be anywhere near his piano, I don't know, and I don't want to know. "Nope, although, I was this close," I pinch my index finger and thumb together, "to telling Phil." Dan's brown eyes go wide, and he gasps, "You would not!" "Um, yes, I would, Daniel. You're addiction to those is getting out of hand!" I say, flailing my arms. "It is not an addiction! It's just simply me and my Maltesers in our complicated relationship, in which invloves me devouring them." I roll my eyes at his response. "Whatever. Now go," I say. Dan pulls on a triumphant look and walks happily to the stairs. I sit back, relaxing in to the plush couch. Oh, how will I survive here?

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