"PHIL!?" I yell. I'm panicked now. "WHAT?! ARE YOU OKAY?!" he ran towards me. "have you seen my straighteners?!" Phil sighed with a smile. "No Dan, I have not seen your straighteners" "crap" I mutterd. "you're hair is really cute when it's curly!"
"Phil, don't you dare -"
"hobbit" he grinned. "PHIL!" I shreak. I grab a pillow from the sofa and whack him round the head. He makes a Phil noise and falls onto the couch, giggling. His eyes are wide, innocent and laughing. He hides his hand behind the cuff of his hoddie and covers his smiling mouth. I whack him again. "stop - being - an - adorable - little - Gahh!" I am cut off by him bashing me over the head with another cusion. "My fringe looks bad as it is!!" I laugh. The corners of Phil's mouth curve. "We'll get you another pair in town, okay?"
