ESCAPE THE NIGHT

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"Dan!" Phil's voice rang throughout the apartment as he called for his friend.

Dan sighed as he paused scrolling through tumblr to respond.

"What?"he groaned, annoyed that his daily sesion of scrolling though the #phan tag on tumblr -not that he would ever tell anyone about it- was inturrupted.

"Can you check the mail box?" Phil called again, absentmindedly drumming his fingers against the back of his phone.

"Why would I need to check for mail, it's not the 1900s and we don't have any friends."

"Ughh..." Phil sighed as he hopped out of bed, his socked feet hit the wooden floorboards as he walked to the loungeroom where dan lay in his sofa crease. "My coupons."

"What?"

Phil sighed yet again. "I got a coupon book."

"Why?"

"Because I can okay!?" Phil spat, flailing his hands around in frustration. 

"Sheesh..." Dan mumbled under his breath. "Okay fine i'll get your stupid coupon book."

"Yay!" Phil bounced, awkwardly hugging dan before skipping to the kitchen to pour himself a bowl of cereal – even though it was three in the afternoon.

Dan grabbed a pair of shoes and slipped them on his feet. He stumbled down the stairs, his vision blotching grey in some areas due to the fact he had been staring at his screen the entire day.

He unlocks the front door, cringing at the creaking sound and the sudden light.

He follows the path down to the mailbox, humming and skipping over the cracks in the concrete. Once he reaches the ugly beige object he swings the keys around his finger before unlocking it and grabbing a large book shaped package.

Just as the mailbox clicks to signify that it is locked, a woman walks up to Dan.

Her golden hair is loosely placed atop her head in a bun and a gold headband is also displayed on her head.

She approaches dan swiftly, her strange white clothing flapping in the breeze.

"Daniel Howell?" she speaks, her high pitch voice sounding like someone sucked up a balloon filled with helium.

"Umm, yeah?" Dan nods cautiously, wondering why the woman was asking for him.

The woman hands him two packages, both are wrapped in brown paper and have a card placed in the centre, but one was held closed by a baby blue ribbon and the other a black one.

She nods to the packages, "For you and Mr. Phillip Lester." and as soon as Dan took hold of both parcels she hurried away.

"Wai-, who is this from?!" Dan calls out, but it's too late, she had already left.

Dan sighs, contemplating whether he should just throw them away into the bush or bring them upstairs.

He decides the latter, his curiosity getting the best of him.

So he marches up the stairs.

"Phil!" he calls out.

"I got your fucking coupons."

    –     

hello, troye here.

we are finally going to start this story
but it has been a while
since we have written

so we have canged the layout 

of this book.

i hope you

all enjoy it.