Just Friends (An AmazingPhil Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Old Friends

*Emmy POV*

I scrolled through Twitter on my phone in the darkness, the light piercing through the blackness of my room, and causing me to squint. I leaned back onto the backboard of my bed and read through Twitter replies:

Hi

Omg great video! Please do more!

Loved it

I did this as a kid too

When I was a kid I mistook my hand for an animal and started screaming

Hey Emmy you're my favourite!

Nice video! Watch some of my videos? I do vlogs.

I smiled, and shut my phone screen off. I slid down under my duvet and snuggled my face into the pillow, sinking down into a land of comfort.

...

"EmMY!" Young Phil called. I giggled quietly as his orange hair bounced as he ran. I tucked my knees against my chest as I curled up behind the bush. "It's not funny anymore! I can't find you! I don't wanna play if you always win!"

I wondered what would happen if I stayed, but I decided to pop up from the bush, springing up while only collecting leaves in my hair and having branches of the bush scratch up my legs a bit. I smiled, "I'm just here, Phil!"

He pouted, "But I already checked that bush!"

"Yeah, I thought you saw me!"

"Well I didn't," he frowned deeper.

"Phil! Don't be mad at me," I started to frown, climbing out from behind the bush to stand by him.

"I don't like this game much."

"Okay, then let's do something else!" I grinned.

He looked at me, and then laughed.

"What?" I asked, feeling my face grow very hot. I started to panic, "what's wrong?"

He was laughing uncontrollably by then, "There's leaves... Leaves in your hair! You're a tree!"

"What?" I put my fingers through my hair, raking the leaves out. "No I'm not! I'm not a tree!"

"You're a tree!" He rolled onto the ground laughing, "Puppies go wee on you!"

"No, no they don't!" I raised my voice in embarrassment.

He continued laughing.

I started crying loudly as I ran back into the house, forgetting to shut the glass door behind me as I whined a loud cry.

"What's wrong, Emmy?" My mother asked me, coming from the group of parents who were standing in the kitchen.

I didn't answer, my continued loudly crying.

"What's wrong?" She repeated.

"Phil called me a tree!"

"A tree?"

"Yeah, a tree!"

My mother went to the back door, and looked out to where Phil was standing. "Phillip Michael Lester! Please apologise to Emmy!"

Phil shuffled in, appearing at the door looking at the ground.

"I-I'm sorry, Emmy," Phil muttered almost too loudly for me to hear, "I didn't mean it. You're not a tree."

"It's okay," I said, still feeling a bit hurt still.

Phil hugged me, and an echo of aww's came from our parents.