forty

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dans pov
phil seems a bit fidgety, pulling at a loose string on his shirt, not looking at me in the eye when i talk to him, its like he's trying to avoid me. he's been like this since the nurse told us that his father is coming to pick him up, oh my god. i totally forgot.
"excuse me?"
"yes, dear?" ms. kelly says
"could i drive phil to the hospital instead? i have my license." no i dont, what am i doing? but i smile to make it seem more believable
"oh, well, i suppose, i'll write you a pass for your next class."
"thank you ma'am."
she writes a pass and i carry phil out to his car.
"what was that?" he asks
"you have a shitty father phil, im not letting you anywhere near him, especially when you're vulnerable."
he smiles slightly and i wonder what thoughts are swimming in those beautiful blue eyes of his.

a/n: tHANKS SO MUCH FOR 5 K READS HOLY SHIT WHAT??? HOW???

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