𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔰

51

phil lester, dan and bil gathered up to go talk to the new kid. he seemed interesting, always standing out from the crowd. the small group had always been attracted to people like that, since phil joined. so, they were going to talk to him.

"we need to approach him, but don't make it creepy or make it seem like we hate him." bil announced

they all walked together, their heavy boots clanking on the tiles below them. they made their way to joji, chatting along the way. just talking about how dans scar was, making sure it was healing fine.

"hey," bil greeted, her arms crossed in front of her as soon as they got there

"hi. what do you need." joji asked, staring at his food as he ate it

"we were wondering if you wanted to possibly chill with us, hang out every once in a while." phil stayed, sitting on the table

"hmm.." the boy wondered "fuck it, why not."

"i'm phil, this is bil, and that's dan," phil introduced

"george, but call me joji." he waved his hand

dan just hummed. "we were about to go hang out, wanna come?"

"nah, i'm fine right here. but i'll give you guys my number, maybe make a chat." joji wrote his number on a piece of paper, sliding it over and started eating his food again

"see ya" bil waved her hand behind her, the boys at her side as they walked off

the three made their way to the back of the school, all of them leaning against the blue dumpster as they lit their cigarettes between their soft lips.

"not bad," dan said

"not at all." bil finished

they continued to smoke, suddenly hearing the back door open as well, all of them continuing to smoke as they slightly lifted their heads to see joji, a pack of cigarettes in his hands, half way opened as he stopped.

"mind if i join you guys?"

"go ahead," dan scooted closer to phil, flicking his ash.

this was going to be a great year.