[COMPLETED] soft boy//phan (1)

Twenty-Two

phil

after chris went to dan's for some reason that he wouldn't tell me, i decided to just stay awake since chris practically yelled away my sleep. i went into my closet and picked out a pair of skinny jeans that lay lazily on my waist, sagging down a bit, and a plain blue shirt, slipping on my converse and making my way outside into the cold misty air.

i didn't exactly know where i was going or why i was even outside but i just kept moving forward, probably going to pj's or louise's. i saw two boys walking down the street, smoking something and walking with their free hands entwined. i smiled at them even though they couldn't see me from all the way over here.

"phil!" i heard a feminine british accent from my left and i instantly smiled and walked into dodie's house.

"pj's here if that's fine." she said and closed the door quickly after i walked inside. dodie was wearing a light yellow sweater that was overly baggy on her shoulders and was so long it covered the shorts she was wearing under and then socks that went somewhat to her knees.

"alright."

"dodie! is that the pizza!" pj yelled from the other room and i rushed into where pj was, jumping on his legs that were spread out among the couch, "even better."

"dude, i'm hungry." he said dragging out the last few letters.

"sorry, can't do anything about that buddo."

he rolled his eyes, pushing me off his feet and sitting up as dodie walked into the doorway. i looked at him with an suspicion in my eyes, "are you okay." i asked.

"yeah, i'm totally fine."

the doorbell rang and pj jumped up, putting a smile on his face and running over to the door and grabbing his wallet.

"that must be the pizza." dodie said with a faint smile and sitting down in the chair that was across from the place me and pj were sitting.

dodie's place was bland but exciting at the same time, with some rough wooden tiled floors and bland white carpeted floors in the bedrooms and living room. she worked well with living on her own but it's always seemed like her and pj lived together, he would come here drunk and end up on her couch wasted until early morning.

"pizza time." pj called, singing the words and setting the box down on the table separating me and dodie. dodie smiled and opened it, quickly grabbing a slice of pizza and eating it, turning on the tv and paying her full attention to it.

pj sat back down next to me and i scooted over and smiled at pj, not knowing what to do next and what i needed to say to him. it seemed like he was mad at me for something, something i didn't know what i did.