we were awake for awhile just calling and calling phil's friends and stealing pizza from a sleeping martyn. i look at phil's alarm clock. 2:37 am. a car door slams outside.
"dan. go in the closet. she's not going to like you being here."
i'm shooed into the closet with little questioning. the front door slams open and the closed again.
"PHIL. MARTYN. GET DOWN HERE AND GREET YOUR MOTHER." there's a clear slur to her words.
i look through the rungs of the closet. phil mouthes stay here. he has a serious look on his face, i should listen.
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unknown number | phan
Fanfictionphil lester and friends thought it would be fun to text random numbers from the phone book. he never expected to make a brand new friend. *lowkey hate my writing in this but i think the sequel is a lil better*
