Adopted and Dying // Adopted By Dan and Phil

✧ Chapter Eleven ✧

i apologise in advance for the mcr references.

also pentatonix has nothing to do with the chapter, Daft Punk just gives me life

https://youtu.be/GEvLye15sq0

also wattpad loves me, so the link for mama is above if you wanna listen to that while reading the chapter 

k bye

(this's also unedited so sorry about that)

"So, why didn't you tell us?" Phil asks as we walk through the aisles of an office supply store. I think about it for a few moments. "Oh, well, now.. I mean we're all going to die."

"Mason.. don't talk like that."

"Dad, just, just stop asking me questions.. I'd hate to see you cry.. again." I reply.

He nods and inspects a pencil case.

"God; they make them so boring these days," he points out as he picks up a plain black one.

"Turn it over maybe?"

He bursts out laughing as he does as I suggested and I join him.

"What is i- oh my god," I crack up as well. "Did you guys really put your faces on pencil cases?"

"Well I mean we did.. but this is unauthorised," he says.

"We should buy it."

"No! Mason why, just get a plain boring one!" Phil says, his face flushing.

"I wanna see the cashiers face when he puts it through!" I laugh.

"Ugh, fine.."

We walk through the shop and find everything I need.

"Oh Mase, get spiral books, the covers stay on longer," Phil suggests as I go to grab some books for classes.

"Aww, but why do that when I could put Dan and Phil book contact on all my school books?" I complain as I hold up roles of book contact with pictures of them with cat whiskers on their faces.

"No! This's getting ridiculous!"

"You should file a complaint, Phil."

Phil nods and walks up to the information desk.

"No, Dad, don't! Oh god," I cringe as I watch Phil strike up conversation with an employee and die inside a little when Phil's voice starts carrying through the echoey shop.

"I demand to see the manager!" He says, slamming his hand down on the desk. He knocks over a pot of pencils when he lifts his hand back up. He realises what he did and starts apologising over and over.

"Sir, I'd suggest you drop it, or I'll have to ask you to leave," the employee says bluntly.

"Fine."

Phil walks back over to me, looking disgruntled.

"So how'd that go?" I smile.

"Shut up," Phil pushes my shoulder.

I laugh and walk over to a shelf with backpacks stacked on them.

"Oh you're joking," I say picking one up. "Wait a second.. Hey Phil can I have this?"

The bag has, yet again, a photo of Phil and Dan on it, with 'SEPTIPLIER' written across it. I hold up the mislabeled bag to show Phil.

"Nononono, ok that's kind of funny, but no! Pick a bag, any bag, you can have any bag you want, I don't care how much it is, but you can't have that bag!"