unknown number | phan

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"where's your mum, phil?"

"on a date. oh and by the way, your eye is swelling up."

"i'll take it. you almost drowned because of me, you can give me a black eye. i still got the better side of the deal though."

phil stares at me like i'm an absolute idiot.

"you, dork. you really think it's your fault. why? it's my fault for being on that bridge and not saying i couldn't swim."

"who takes their first friend to a lake where they weren't supposed to be in the first place, where they could possibly drown?!"

"so you think you owe me?"

"i definitely owe you, phil!"

"then here!"

phil grabs my face and pulls it towards his. his lips are on mine, this time by his choice.

"you took my first kiss. i can't remember it, but i know it was you and i won't be able to forget that. i needed a redo with the same person."

"well. i'll let both of you continue with whatever kind of project this is...yeah, i think i'll just ignore this and order pizza."

"um...ummm...hey martyn. can we maybe never ever speak about this?"

"speak about what?" a wink from the person who greeted me at the door.

what the fuck.