20 minutes later we were led on the grass. Dan was trying to sound intelligent pointing out the constellations and getting them hopelessly wrong.
"And that one is erm the erm..."
"The sculptor" I interrupted
"Yeah yeah.. erm that's the one"
I laughed at him as he pretended to know anything about astronomy.
"What time is it?" He asked
I reached into my pocket to grab my phone and was faced with 12 missed calls from my mum.
"Shit" I fumbled trying to call her back "its erm quarter to one"

"PHILLIP LESTER WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" were the words I were greeted with...

A/N it has literally been a year I am so sorry

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