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after my talk with matt i felt considerably worse. i know i'm not gay obviously, gay is wrong. but something about phil.....

i'm snapped out of my thoughts by a sharp tap to my  shoulder.

"hm?"

"i said your phone is ringing off the hook. it says it's a.. phil? who's that, your boyfriend?" mary asks in a singsong voice.

"no that's disgusting. now give me my phone and get the fuck out of my face." i snapped at her.

"jesus dan i don't know what pissed you off but don't take it out on me." mary says defensively.

"i'm sorry it's just alot is going on right now and...."

"it's fine just....here" she hands me my phone which is still ringing loudly "if you, if you ever want to talk about stuff i'm here...."

i nod in thanks and take my phone. i look down at the device that is playing 'everybody' by the backstreet boys, the name reads phil lester.

i sigh. this is the last person i need to be talking to right now.

i inhale deeply.

"hey danny boy."

"hi phil."

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