THE PHANTOM

Chapter 5

Dan's part: Bold
Phil's part: Italic

"told you so." I say smiling, sitting down next to Dan.

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I start by sipping my coffee, and then I take a bite of my pancakes, looking at Phil totally gobble down his pancakes. "Slow down!" I giggle, grabbing the TV remote to see what's on. 

"but I'm hungry!" I say with a mouthful of pancakes. "ooh! SeeifTheGreatBritishBakeOffison!" I say, my words mumbled together as I stuff another bite of pancakes in my mouth. 

Even though Phil's mouth is full, I know exactly what he says. I click through the channels, and find The Great British Bake Off, possibly one of our favorite shows of all time, besides anime. 

I swallow the pancakes and say "Yes!" I smile and take a sip of coffee. "I wish our food turned out like that and not like the pastel lemon meringues." I say laughing, remembering them. "they tasted good though." 

"Yeah," I laugh. "But Gordon Ramsay totally roasted us on twitter." I say, remembering how a fan tweeted a picture out to him without our consent. 

"yeah, I remember how we laughed for about 10 minutes. It was SO funny." I say, laughing a bit more. 

"Yeah," I laugh, paying attention to the show again. My phone then dings in my pocket. I take it out, checking it. This time, it's my brother. I sigh. He's always asking me for University help, as if I actually graduated. 'Not now, Adrian.' I message back, not even looking at his message, then putting my phone away. 

I'm eating, then I remember something, "Oh no!" I say, putting my fork down and running to the bathroom. 

"Bloody hell," I think. "He forgot about his contacts." I start to giggle a bit. Adrian keeps texting me, but I keep ignoring him, as always. I still laugh at Phil though, and then I hear him coming back. 

Everything's fuzzy as I come back to the dining room. "Uh, Dan?" I ask, unsure 

"Hm?" I look up from the TV to see Phil in the doorway. 

"do you remember where I put my- WOAH!" I start, but then I fall, slipping on something in the doorway. 

I get out of my chair and help Phil up quickly. "What were you going to ask me?" I say, looking in his eyes. 

I blush as I reach under my foot to reveal a pair of broken glasses. "found them..." I say, looking at the ground, ashamed. 

I sigh, giggling a bit. "Do you still have your spares?" I ask, about ready to go to his room and look for them. 

"yeah, they're in the second drawer of my dresser. They're a bit buried, so you may have to dig. If you help me to my room I can help you find them." I say, looking at how fuzzy everything is. 

"It's okay," I start. "You stay right here and I'll go find them." I say, headed for his room. I carefully open the door, switching the lights on. I go over to his dresser, opening the second drawer. I open it to find a pile of brightly colored t-shirts, and I start digging through them. Once I feel something hard, I pull it out. It's a blue glasses case, so I carefully open it to see if the glasses are still in there and in good condition. They are, so I bring them to Phil. "Found them!" I say, walking into the lounge again. Since Phil can't see, I just take the glasses out of the case myself, gently placing them on Phil's face.