Shared Spaces. phan

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I can tell Phil Lester won't fit in with us the moment he appeared inside our house. He's Sophia's old childhood friend she recently got back in touch with. I wasn't really in on the idea of another roommate from the beginning but now, looking at him ,I can tell that it's the worst idea ever.

My first impression of him is that he's very awkward. He's sitting on the chair at our dining table with his hands on his lap, his eyes roam around the apartment as if he's trying to avoid everyone's gaze. He's almost as tall as me but very lanky and also not a muscular type, which might be the only thing positive about him (I can't have two very fit guys in the house, otherwise I would have to find my gym card and motivation to finally star working out, but you know pizza is better).
His skin is very pale -almost translucent-in contrast with his dark hair styled in a mainstream quiff everyone's rocking st the moment.

Alright, I can't judge him that hard, we're oddly very similar. He mentioned he's not a sports fan when Garrett asked and he's also very into video games and anime. Next thing to mention is that he's almost thirty and he doesn't even have a girlfriend. That's the same situation I am in right now, but somehow I feel like I cannot trust him.

We were sitting in the dining area of our downstairs room, all anxious and nervous about the guest sitting with us who might be our new roommate. The radio on the counter was playing dinner music, setting up a mood for what will be a fun get together. We usually eat apart as our schedules clash but today we found a moment when we're all at home to eat Flo's delicious curry and of course meet Phil.

"So Phil-" Garrett asked mid complaining about how hungry and tired he is. Sophia and Flo are cooking in the kitchen and Beth is scrolling through her instagram feed to avoid the conversation.

Up to this point we held ourselves in from bombarding Phil with questions, but of course Garrett, the curious cat couldn't help himself.

"What do you do for work exactly?"

"Oh, I work as a video editor. I've been a freelancer for most of my career but now I found this production studio in London." Beth, Garrett and I gave him an impressed look. Garrett even whistled.

"That's impressive. Anything on a Hollywood scale or more casual?" Beth chirped in. Phil smiled and blushed, drumming his fingers on the tabletop.

"I don't really know yet, the company is quite discreet, don't know why. But let's just say it's for more commercial movies that play in the cinema" He said with a slight shrug.

"Marvel!" Garrett shouted out like an excited child, to which Phil laughed.

"Not Marvel, I wish though." He answered with a cheeky smile. I remained silent, didn't really feel like joining the conversation. It's not like I cared.

"See, I told you guys he's special." Sophia remarked from the kitchen.

Oh please, he's not that special, just lucky.

"Maybe you could help Dan get a role in some movie, huh Dan?" Beth, who was seated next to me, nudged me in my arm. There goes my no contribution to the conversation. To make things even worse I had the infamous Phil Lester staring at me in surprise.

"You're an actor?" He asked, his pair of thin eyebrows raising.

"Not really. I never went to film school or anything, but I'm thinking about it. I always wanted to be an actor growing up." I admitted. That was one thing I strived for, being honest. Unfortunately taking acting lessons and going to auditions just seems like a time-wasting thing for me so I don't mention it to anyone anymore.

"Unfortunately it's not in my district, but I'll tell you when some castings take place." Phil's smile made me shudder and I just shrugged in response. I can't help it, if I get a bad feeling about someone I cannot pretend that I like them. It goes against my 'being honest' shtick.