My New Beginning (an AmazingPhil x Reader)

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"I swear to fucking GOD Phil LESTER." I spun around angrily to look at a laughing, teasing Phil.

I yelled at him to stop kicking my chair, a brow cocked with annoyance. Deep down, I knew yelling at him would do no good, but I scolded him anyways.

I enjoyed looking at Phil today though, it was like he was just so happy-go-lucky this afternoon. Some days, he would always look sick.. and he would act like something was always nagging at him; he would explode any second at the smallest thing.

But today, he was happy. And that made me feel exceptional.
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Breonna and Phil WERE sat next to us, but they had to switch because like a 276 year old lady, was crying saying that chair "told her she was fat" and she "wouldn't stand for it."

... honestly, I don't even know.

Literally though, was there anything on this plane ride that actually was making sense?

No,

The answer is no. There wasn't.

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"(Y/NNNNNN)" Dan threw his head back and groaned.

"I'm HUNGRY" he pleaded.

I paused watching American Horror Story and took out my ear buds to slowly turn and look at him.

"Ok, Dan. Aaaand what do you suppose I'm gonna do about it?"

"I don't know, didn't you pack cheese-its or something??"

"Uhhh" I dragged on while searching my bag.

"Actually, yeah I did" I chuckled, throwing a box of reduced fat Cheese-Its at his chest.

"Ughhh yesss" Dan smiled, shoving maybe 20-25 cheese-its in his mouth.

His bright eyes squinted and he dramatically swallowed. Slowly shifting his eyes to me, he picked up the box so it was facing me.

"Reduced fat? Is this some sort of sick joke to you?" He looked at me trying very hard to keep his cool-face on.

"Tsk tsk" Dan scoffed, shoving his hand back into the bag.

"Whats this? I thought you didn't like them?" I questioned.

"HMmmMm... i don't know, they're like, burnt? But... I like it..."

"Yeah" I gave a confused/ sarcastic face.

Breonna had been sleeping for about a half hour now, despite my yelling towards Phil for kicking my seat unbearably, and Dan for the excessive chewing.

I couldn't quite apprehend how she was capable of sleeping that deeply but.. she sure was accomplishing it just fine.

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Finally, the flight had landed and we were all told to get our baggage out of the storage areas that were to the side of the seats.

I grabbed three of the bags and (claustrophobically) walked between seats and squished between people to exit the plane and walk out into the American airport.