Phil woke up in a small twin sized bed, very different from his king at home. He rubbed his eyelids with closed fists, feeling his contacts. He doesn't remember this room. He doesn't remember anything after listening to muse. Phil could hear the muffled voice of a young woman. "Yes...yes I will...I'll make sure to ask him....Thank you, buh-bye" He concluded that she must have been on the phone. Phil got up, locating all of his stuff. His phone was on the bedside table, along with his headphones. His small black backpack was resting against the bedside table. His black and blue sneakers dampened the tan carpet they lay on, still wet from last nights walk in the rain. Someone knocked on the wooden door of Phil's room. "Excuse me, sir, are you awake yet?" A small voice came from the other side. "Y-Yes! Yes i'm awake! You can come in!" Phil stuttered. The golden door knob turned and the door was pushed open. Phil locked gazes with a young white woman with blonde hair.
"Good morning sir! I hope I didn't wake you." She beamed, clearly awake for a while. "Don't worry, I was awake before you came in." Phil paused. "Um, where am I?" He asked, an awkward smile creeping upon his face. "Oh! Sorry, how silly of me. I found you last night outside our hotel. You were laying on the ground, and it looked like you were unconscious. I thought that you were maybe drunk so I didn't call the police men or anything, because it was unnecessary." She stated with a customer friendly smile. "Oh, no, I don't drink. I was pretty tired last night; maybe i passed out?" Phil guessed. "Seems reasonable. Oh, and there was someone on the phone for you. You're Phil Lester, correct?" Her smile seemed genuine. "Yes, yeah that's me. Who called?" Phil was worried. What if it was Dan who called for him? He can't talk to him right now, he'll just get even worse. The small woman interrupted his thoughts. "It was a man, he said his name was Pj. He said he was on his way, so I wanted to make sure you actually knew him."
Pj. Phil's known him for years; even longer than he's known Daniel. Pj was quite the inspiration to Phil, and they definitely helped each other through post university years, where they had no money. Pj was a trusted friend, truly one of his closest for multiple reasons. But...why was he coming here? How did he know He was here?
"Yes, I know him. He's one of my best friends. Did he say anything about why he was coming?" Phil spoke slowly, thinking. "He said a man was looking for you. Someone named Dan. He said he'd talk to you more when he got here." Just as the woman finished, someone knocked at the door. "Phil?" It was Pj. "Come in!" Phil raised his voice a little too make sure Peej heard him. The doorknob turned as Pj pushed the door open. "Morning Phil!", He greeted in a cheery voice. He was clearly awake, coffee cup in hand. "Morning Peej. Why are you here, again?" Phil questioned. The woman was busy caring for the flowers on Phil's small bedside table. "Dan's looking for you, y'know. He isn't angry. He said he needed to talk." Pj spoke softly, trying not to provoke Phil since it was so early in the morning and he clearly hadn't had any coffee. "Not a chance. Tell him to give me a couple of nights to think. I just need some time to myself." Phil was annoyed. After all of those accusations, all of that fighting, he just wants to talk?
'Maybe it doesn't mean anything to him. Maybe he didn't feel anything. Maybe it was all lies.', Phil thought, concentrating his eyes on the window. He could see he was on the first floor of whatever building this was. "Phil?" Pj was trying to get his attention. Phil swung his head towards Pj, maybe a little too hard, he thought, as Pj has made a frightened face. "I-I'm sorry for upsetting you. I know things are rough right now....just know that I never meant to say anything rude." Pj spoke slowly, careful with his words. He knew that Phil could get upset easily, over small things, and he tends to overreact. He remembered the night Phil had to order takeout for Him, Dan, Pj, and Chris. Phil, being the socially awkward man he is, freaked out while on the phone. He couldn't speak and teared up, gazing worriedly at his friends to help him out. Dan ended up stealing the phone from Phil and helped him complete the order. That's another reason why Dan and Phil are so close; They help each other with everything, from ordering pizza to emotional breakups. That was just Dan and Phil. Everybody knew they had a special relationship. More than friends. Not boyfriends, but more than friends. Nobody really knew what their relationship was, not even Dan and Phil themselves.
"It's alright. I didn't mean to snap at you, i'm sorry." Phil apologized. He thought of when he first snapped at Dan. It was probably over something stupid; It always was when they fought, even this time. Right now they were fighting over getting a dog. A dog. All of this: Phil leaving, Dan crying, all of it, over a dog they didn't even own yet. Even worse: compared to Phil, Dan was a train wreck and a half. He's so fragile, so naive, absolutely clueless. He thought the world revolved around him. An egomaniac, in Phil's opinion. Everything had to be his way, and if it wasn't, a tantrum ensued. That's another reason Phil was upset: Dan was extremely childish. He never grew up. A twenty-seven year old man who acted four. He wasn't planning to talk to him for a while. Right now, he was just going to ring his parents and ask them if he could stay with them in the north. Of course they agreed. Phil packed up his belongings, said goodbye to the maid and PJ, and headed towards the train station.
