Drama Llamas | Phan

4- Other's Eyes

The reptitive tune one of the young adults were tapping on the steering wheel as he drove was becoming what the other was beginning to think was the most annoying thing known too man. The beat had been drilling into his brain for the past hour now - and he was beginning to feel nautious. One of the men brought has hand down other on the fingers tapping on the steering wheel as the car drew to a pause at some traffic lights.

"PLLEEEAAASSSEEEE, Stop. I'm getting car sick and I don't want fucking brain damage as well." The passenger practically yelled, a brown messy fringe falling infront of his chocolate eyes. The man driving snorted a little. "Nope." He replied stubbornly, masses of curly brown hair flopped to the side of his face, threatening to cover his eye in any minute now. The tapping didn't cease, the beat continued on, much to the other's frustration. 

"Peej! Pleaassseeee!" Chris groaned in his ear eventually, as he snapped for the second time. "If you don't stop, then park the car and we'll swap spaces - I'll drive." Chris demanded. PJ smirked in satisfaction. "That's what I was waiting for." PJ replied mischievously. Chris scowled, but intended to stick too his word if it ment the tapping would stop, so he didn't protest when PJ began to pull into a MacDonald's car park so that they could swap spaces in the car. PJ and Chris were roomates - and they'd decided to move to London.

Furthermore, Chris and PJ had planned to drop their close friend - Phil - a suprise visit too not only congratulate him, but reveal their new housing arrangements. The car slowed to a halt - and PJ hopped out of the car joyfully. He stretched, closing his eyes. "Ahhh, that feels so good. I was driving for fucking hours. Glad I'm free." He opened his eyes and turned, meeting Chris's slightly-mad-but-not-mad-because-it's-you,-PJ face. Chris sighed. "Hurry up Peej and get over here, I don't think I can do much longer in a car."

That was then an obvious thought came to PJ, enlightened by the fabulous ways of fast food restraunts. "Then..." PJ grinned, glancing at the building too his left. "Let's sneak a cheeky Macy D's. Nobody will notice." - and for once, Chris agreed. 

~~ TIME SKIP TO TWENTY MINUTES LATER

PJ stuffed the McNuggets into his mouth like there was no tomorrow. It was weird, how you sometimes don't feel how hungry you are till you start to eat. Chris only watched him, laughing about how much he was eating - though when in reality, he had a enormous Big Mac, half eaten  and waiting for him on his plate - with an being who had no intention of leaving even a crumb preparing to eat the rest of it. Chris and PJ were best friends and YouTubers. There is also another key thing you should know about them: Chris has a enormous crush on PJ.

The bell tinkled to signal another arrival through the door - and PJ, being the nosey person that he was, glanced over to see who it was. Too PJ's surprise, he immediately made eye contact with Phil, a look of aftermath-panic on his face, he looked stressed his usual bright eyes dimmed and even paler than his usual transparent tone. PJ stamped on Chris's foot - hard, so hard in fact, he made Chris yell out in pain - and not the incognito wince he'd been aiming for. Chris jumped. "PJ! What the hell was that for?!" 

PJ ignored him, standing up and approaching Phil, who'd quickly lost eye contact with him and sat near a table at the door. "Hey Phil." PJ began, tapping Phil on the shoulder. His head whipped round, meeting PJ's green eyes. "Oh! Uhm- PJ! You're in London..!" Phil stuttered, obviously nervous. PJ looked at him confused, Chris walking towards them from his seat. "... And Chris too." Phil's eyes darted from Chris to PJ to back again. "I didn't know." Phil's voice dropped, eyes returning steadily too his food.