Phil's POV

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"Dan?... Dan!?" I called out walking down the hall, "Dan, we need to start filming if we want to get finished."

I looked into my bedroom finding it empty. The camera and lights were set up, everything ready for the video. I shrugged it off, going to Dan's room. I walked in seeing him half underneath of his bed. Random items were being tossed out, landing in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked cautiously, edging closer to him

"I can't find it!" Dan yelled, his voice slightly muffled

"Find what?" I looked at him as he got up

"The Sharpie!!" He shrieked, his hair messy and face flustered

"Um... This Sharpie?" I slowly lifted my hand which contained the lost black marker

I flinched as he threw his hands into the air, "Are you kidding me?!?"

"I'm sorry" I cowered

"God Phil, you're lucky I love you"


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