"Phil, come on! We have to film this, or we'll both forget and never do it!" Phil comes running down the stairs, shirt half on, yelling "I'm coming! Don't start filming without me!"
Phil walks around half naked so often, I've conditioned himself to not pay attention to it. It's not like I'm gay or anything, I just don't want to see my best friend shirtless.
We finally get all our bearings together, and walk into Phil's bedroom. I grab a sharpie, and Phil turns on the camera.
"Hey guys..."
Warning: this may be triggering in some chapters.
I hope you guys enjoy this Fan-Fic about Phil, Dan, and 2 girls who don't know what's going for them.