fifty-five

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dan's pov
lunch.
where do i sit?
peej is probably angry with me since i've been ignoring him and not answering when he texts or calls me,
where the hell am i supposed to sit?
i end up walking towards the table pj is at with a few other people.
"hey." i say, pj looks up.
"where have you been?!" he sounds like an angry mother after her child stayed out too late.
"i was with uh..." he raises his eyebrows.
"my uncle. yeah, uh, he's uh sick."
"oh, sorry man. i didn't even know you had an uncle."
"yeah its pretty bad. they don't think he'll make it."
"that really sucks, dude."
"yeah. well, anyway, what have you been up to?" i ask, trying to change the subject.
"oh y'know, watching loads of tv and playing video games, nothing interesting."
"yeah, uh cool." i didn't realize how uncomfortable my friendship with pj was until i met phil. me and phil have lots in common and our conversations are never awkward.
"i have to go." i get up and rush to the bathroom.

a/n: im so tirED ughh. oh mY GOD 15K READS THANKS WOW

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