Playing With Fire || d.h

30. Phil Meets His Doom

Your POV

"I am so pissed at you right now!"

Dodie runs toward me and envelopes me in her arms. I was just chilling out on my phone in Dan and Phil's lounge, but that chillness was harshly broken by Dodie's loud and boisterous presence.

"What...where the bloody hell did you come from?" I gasp, rubbing my ribs as she eventually lets go of me.

"Oh, not an 'I missed you?' Not an 'I meant to call?' Not even a 'hello!'" She throws her arms up in dramatic exasperation.

"Hello, Dodie. I've missed you the last few weeks. I swear I meant to call, I'm oh so very sorry," I answer sarcastically.

"Oh, you better be!" She shouts, laughing. "Okay, I know you well enough to know you probably don't want to talk about this, so this is the only time I'm gonna bring this up. Phil kinda told me about you breaking up with PJ, and he didn't give very much detail, but mentioned he, uh, didn't take it very well. If you ever need to talk about it, you know you can talk to me about literally anything." She smiles at me solemnly.

"Thanks," I breathe.

"Okay, now lets get rid of that dark cloud!" She shouts, throwing her hands in the air. "You, me, Phil, and Dan are gonna have the best day I'm sure you've had in a very long time!" She then adds, more quietly, "I mean, I know Dan and Phil are quite fun, but let's face it, I'm obviously better."

"Hey, I heard that!" Phil calls out, walking into the lounge, Dan following behind him.

"Oh, don't act so offended when you know it's true."

"I guess we'll have to agree to disagree," he chuckles, sitting next to us on the couch, and Dan sits across on the ottoman.

"So, what to do?" Dan ask, shaking his legs with restless energy.

Dodie blows air through her nose sarcastically. "How can you have a fun day when you spend most of the time trying to plan it?" Dan looks at me, and we both raise our eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, then what are we waitin' for?" Phil asks. "Let's go!" 

We head out the apartment, and into the subway. Dan and I are both vlogging, but most of the footage we get is just random shots of the city, or us breaking into laughter when we try to film ourselves talking.

"Ooh, what's this?" Dodie asks quietly, stopping in front of a small thrift store. Honestly, I would've just walked past without a second thought. The door chimes as we enter, and besides two elderly ladies sitting behind the stained counter, the store is deserted.

Phil places a large boiler hat on top of Dan's head, and he starts checking himself out in the mirror.

"Wow, that's hot," I snort. After realizing what I said, however, and remembering our conversation from last night, both our faces flush, and I immediately turn and stride to Dodie, who's busily flipping through a rack of vintage men's shirts.

"You think these are cute?" She suddenly demands, shoving the shirts and sweaters into my arms, almost causing me to drop the massive pile. I look at the multiple shirts and sweaters, all with colorful, sporadic prints.

"I'm sure they'll look cute on you," I reply, carefully handing them back to her.

She shrugs, and smiles. "That's all I need to hear," she says, and walks to the counter to check out.

We leave the store, and continue walking down the streets. I still don't know much about London, so I just follow behind Dan and Phil, who seem to be leading the way.