"so, phil, where ya from?" pj exclaimed, placing his two hands under his chin and leaning his elbows on the red metal table.
"up north somewhere, can't remember the exact name of place. i've been around the place a lot" he looked down.
"a-are you okay?" i ask worryingly.
"y-yeah, i'm fine" he smiles and looks me in the eye.
far out, phil lester. stop.
i look away when i finally have the guts to tear my gaze away from such beauty. i started getting a little bit- worried -about him. he seemed really, unsteady when he told us how he moved around a lot. it made me somewhat curious, but i didn't ask him any more questions. i didn't want to upset him in any way. besides, if we get close enough, he might tell me in his own time. not when i want him to tell me.
the siren rang, scattering teenagers all over the place. it was rather easy to get lost in this huge, overcrowded school.
and that's exactly what phil did.
here's how the story goes.
basically, he followed a crowd who said they were going to room 10. he accidently, however, managed to end up with some other group that went to room 22, on the other side of school.
typical.
but, hey, on my first day of school, i got so lost i got scared and sat in the hallway crying.
real proffesional.
that's part of the reason my only friends are pj and chris.
and hopefully, phil aswell.
i never knew what it was like to be friends with a perfect work of art.
but hopefully i'll soon find out.
🦋
i'm tired ew
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