Adopted By Phan. (sequel to Adopted by Phan a Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

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Okay I really wanted to upload this yesterday cuz ya know 420 😂 sorry.

     Molly's POV:

       I went to a party. My first ever party. Dan and Phil said I could go. But Miles said he couldn't. For some what ever reason. His mum is usually chill about that stuff.
        I walked into the house to find loud music, beer, and weed. Mostly sex as well.
      Tyler greeted me. He introduced me to some of the kids that I forgot from being gone so long. He then handed me a beer. I looked at it. I'm only 13...well. It is the last month of middle school. Whoopdie mother fucking doo. I smiled at Tyler and chugged the whole thing.
"Damn. Didn't know a girl like you could get wasted that quick." He laughed.
I whiped the beer from my chin and chuckled. "Well that was fun." I never realized how much I love beer.
A few hours passed. Dad was calling. Fuck him. I'm having fun. I continued to hang out when Jacob came up to me: "Where miles be at?" He asked, nudging my shoulder.
"He's at home."
"That's too bad." He took a sip of his beer. "Want one?" He pulled out a cigarette. "Oh...no thanks...I don't smoke."
"But you drink?" He asked.
"This is a one time thing."
"Come on. Wait...here...have something better." He said as he pulled out a joint.
"I'd rather the cigarette."
"Okay. Stop being a fucking pussy and man up."
"Fine." I took the join and lit it, inhaling. Dry as fuck. I started coughing.
"Thoughts?"
"Kinda good...I guess." I kept smoking. By the end of the night I had gone through 10 joints. I felt pretty high and my eyes were red. I decided it was time to go home.
      I couldn't feel a thing. I decided to call dad. Will he be mad? Nah.
      Ring ring
     "Hey Molly how is the party?" He asks.
    "Uh..I need a ride home."  
   "Oh yeah sure. No problem!"
   "Do you need me to send you the address?"
   "Nope." He says. "I have you on find friends."
    "O-okay." I say.
    A few minute later, dan pulled up in his van. I climbed into the front.
    "Have you been smoking?" He asks. Fuck.
    "Why do you think I needed a ride?" I ask.
    "What did you smoke?"
    "Pot. 10 of them."
    "Well. I'm glad you called me."
    "You're not mad?"
    "As long as we don't need a crib in 9 months, nope. Just don't do it again." He kisses me on the head and starts driving home.