CREDIT TO @IVANTHEDOLL FOR THE COVER!!!
Book 2 in the PhanPhone Series
irl is an abbreviation for the phrase "in real life," commonly used by people on the internet, talking about their lives outside the internet and social media. Their lives outsid...
After a long drive home a few days later, Dan and Phil knew they would have to get back to work the day after, so they didn't do anything that day before.
Both in the living room, they sat in their comfortable silence, both on their laptops. Phil was doing online shopping and found some very unnecessary products he was fascinated with, so he bought them. "I just got a bath bomb, it's called 'The F-Bomb'." "We don't have a bath... Only a shower...." Dan pointed out, smirking. He, on the other hand, was engaged in a different activity: looking at memes. "It's worth it, though," Phil said, trying to defend himself. "I also got these metal cat ear things. I can look like cute, like a neko. Nya!" Phil tilted his head and put his hand up in a clawed position. "You don't need cat ears to look cute," Dan said unconsciously. He mentally face-palmed when he realized he said that out loud and saved himself, "It'd take a lot more than that, buddy," he ended sarcastically, thanking god that Phil bought the joke. "You're right... I need to buy more stuff!" Phil exclaimed. "On the other hand, you look pretty adorable without a shitload of crap that costs money," Dan assured, smirking. "Please, though, being an uber driver isn't exactly a professional job. Don't waste your money," he warned. "Fine," Phil groaned as if he were a child. "Want to watch some Attack on Titan, then?" "Gladly."
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The next morning, Dan's alarm woke him around 9:45, and he groggily made his way to Phil's room to wake him, too. He opened the door to find his friend sleeping in a fetus position, his hair quiffed and out of his peacefully sleeping face. Dan took in the moment before blasting an undertale air horn remix.
(This is actually how I woke one of my friends at a sleepover once)
Phil woke with a start, sitting up and cat hissing. "Turn it off, Dan! Please! I don't want to face Undyne's wrath!" "GOOD MORNING LONDOOOON!" "Seriously, Dan, shut it off!" "FUH HU HU HU!" "DAN! IT'S THE MORNING, THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR YOU!" Dan, with a sly grin, shut off the song, satisfied with his work. "Geez, Phil! Keep the yelling down! You wouldn't want to wake anyone," he said, in a sweet-sour tone. Phil sighed and laughed, getting out of his bed and standing up, smoothing back his ebony hair. "Time to work, I guess?" He said whilst yawning. He stretched so that his hands nearly touched the ceiling.
Eventually, both had gotten ready for work. Phil headed out while Dan sat himself down, ready to deal with more angry customers. Phil ignited the engine to Dan's car, anticipating that day's new stories from odd people. His first pick up was a young man, which sat in the front, rather than the back, unlike most people.
"Hey, good morning," he said, a friendly smile on his face as he got into the car. "Hello, I'm Phil!" Phil responded, holding out his hand. "George," the man shook Phil's hand firmly. "So you're headed all the way across London, are you?" "Yep, I've got to meet some friends for a gathering." "Day off?" "Nah, but my job doesn't start until later anyway. It's nice because I get to hang out with some of my friends during the day," George smiled. He was in fairly casual clothing, a black t-shirt with some type of design on it and jeans. He held a winter jacket in his lap. He had longer hair on top and shorter sides, his hair a dark brown. He had brown eyes, as well, and a bit of stubble on his chin, and his build was pretty average.
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(This photo is of the actor George Salazar. While I am using his appearance and name as a character for this story, the character is not supposed to be based off of him and his personality.)
"What's your job, then?" Phil asked, interested in his customer's conversation with him. "I work at BBC Radio. I do an evening radio show." "Really? That's kinda awesome, this is my job, at least for now. I'm just trying to keep up my part of the rent with my roommate." "Yeah? I think it's pretty cool you get to drive people all around, you get to hear different stories." "I haven't been working for long, but I've had my fair share of drunks and wackos," Phil chuckled.
The conversation continued on, constant, for the rest of the ride. At the end, George thanked him, and before he left, he asked "You seem pretty cool. You wanna hang out sometime? Maybe grab a drink?" "Yeah, that'd be great, here, have my number," Phil scribbled down his cell number on a loose piece of paper and handed it to the man, smiling. They bid each other farewell, and Phil drove off, in a brighter mood than when he first awoke.
When Phil returned home, he found Dan making some pre-packaged stir fry on the stove. "Hey, Dan! How's it hanging?" "First off, never say that again. Second, it's okay, I suppose. You know, typical day. How was yours?" "Pretty good actually! My first ride was a pretty nice guy, I got his number." This caught Dan's attention. "Oh yeah?" "Yep! He works for BBC Radio, he actually has a radio show tonight I may listen in to." "That's cool, what's his name?" "George. He's honestly kinda cute, too." "Cool," Dan forced a small smile. "Hey, I'll be right back," Dan made his way to the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door he just took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair
You don't like me like that. I knew it, so why have I let myself like you like that this entire time?
