The alarm goes off, and we do what any people would do in the mornings, get up, get dressed, and have breakfast. Phil walks into the living room with two bowls of cereal, Crunchy Nut, obviously. At this point, we might as well be living together. I have no intent in going back to my flat, and it'd just make sense for me to move in properly.
There are many reasons why that's a bad idea though. Phil might not want me to, Phil might break up with me, and then I'd have nowhere, Phil- actually, no. Phil isn't like that. It's fine. I'll just see if he brings it up.
I take the bowl of cereal that he hands me, and without a second thought, I eat it.
Wait,
what?
I ate it; without a second thought.
Suddenly, as if Phil read my mind, he begins to speak.
"So, I was thinking, since I don't imagine you'll want to go back to your flat, but I could be wrong, so just tell me if I am, you could, like, properly move in."
"Sure, why not?"
"Precisely! We can sort it out when I can be bothered, cause, not gonna lie, I am lazy as fuck."
"Yeah, there's no rush. I just need to get the rest of my stuff and then call whoever the fu- hell sorts the thing with my flat out. I have a number on my phone that they told me to call if I need anything, so-"
"Fuck! We need to go, it's like, I dunno, too late to think about the time."
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TOO GOOD ; Phan
Fanfiction"Too good to be good for me, Too bad that that's all I need." //Some chapter will have TW written at the top if I decide they need a trigger warning// [COMPLETED]
