vanilla extract

vanilla

it was a very calm and nice day which never happens. but it did happen which means everyone is outside enjoying the day.

even phil.

phil is walking through town with a light grey jacket with a small cat on the pocket that flips you off if you lower the pocket.

of course when ordering this phil didn't know that it did that and when he found out weeks later he was horrified. but it's a nice jacket.

he walks all over town not caring where he is.

he looks up to see the familiar bakery from yesterday and a smile formed on his face and he started to walk faster to the door.

phil walks in to see the same boy from yesterday running the counter. he looked... different.

he had curly hair today. yesterday it was straight. he also had pale skin and red eyes.

phil goes to the counter but before he can say anything, the boy begins to speak.

"we don't have any vanilla right now"

"what's wrong?"

dan was taken back by what the stranger he had met yesterday had said.

"excuse me?"

"your hair it's, it's not straight and your eyes are red like you've been... crying?"

dan sighed but didn't answer the black haired boys question but repeated what he had said when he walked to the counter.

"i'm sorry but, we don't have any vanilla right now"

and with that the brown haired boy walked around the corner into the kitchen. he hit his back to the wall and sighed sadly.

he's going to lose his bakery.