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I woke up at around twelve in the morning- or afternoon [more like nine]. Turning my head towards my bedside table, I saw that there were some things left on my desk. There was a card, and an album. I decided to read the card first.
Dear Dan,
Happy 18th birthday! You are now officially an adult. I got you a Muse album. It was once your favorite band. Come to my room at three in the afternoon, alright? Have a great birthday!
-Phil
I smiled. Looking around, I found a black and white bomber jacket on the chair next to my bed. I picked it up. I also found one of the shirts I had worn many times before; the black t-shirt with a white-outlined eclipse in the center. I slipped it on, as well as a pair of black skinny jeans. I put on the bomber jacket to finish.
It was only when I looked in the mirror across the room when I noticed the curly heap on my head. I looked at my watch. It was 2:45. Ugh, screw it. My band glowed a bright orange. Why am I so nervous to see my friend?
Looking over my outfit one last time, I pushed open the door to the hallway and walked to Phil's room.
A/N: Wow the fight is at 1.6K I'm proud
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colors ✖ phan
Fanfiction「COMPLETE」 A boy with a permanently black band finds someone who would want to help them see colors again.
