one day phil woke up extremely sad.
":( why am i sad" he asked himself
maybe bc ur lonely his conscious replied, of course he was alone.
phil spent his morning sobbing, poor man. once he finished his so called 'crying party' he went to get coffee like any normal famous sad man would.
"omg that's dr.phil!" some random guy recognized phil, but phil wasn't paying attention. the guy walked up to phil and tapped his shoulder, that got his attention.
"hi i'm steve harvey" phil was mesmerized, how could someone be so gorgeous? it was almost as if everything and everyone stopped, the only thing that mattered in that moment was steve.
phil loved every part of steve, his eyes, his face, his smile. it was love at first sight. phil was truly in love, head over heels for someone who'd only just introduced themselves.
steve stood there awkwardly as phil was taken aback
"are you okay?"
those three words brought phil back to reality.
"o-oh- yes, i'm fine thanks though. you're very sweet, it's been a while since someone has recognized me"
steve just chuckled at that
"same here, but i get it. we're getting older and there's always people being brought into the world. who would remember us"
"that's probably the saddest thing i've heard all day. anyways i'm getting coffee and you're coming with me" phil mentally slapped himself as the words left his mouth.
stupid stupid stupid! damn phil you sound like a human trafficker
steve shrugged with a small grin on his face "i don't see why not, i have nothing better going on"
phil's mood suddenly got 1000 times better, forget about the 9 o'clock crying party. for now phil was spending time with steve. as the two walked to the nearest coffee shop together steve couldn't help but feel as if he was being watched.
"hey phil, do you feel as if we're being watched?" steve questioned, he sounded worried but phil just brushed it off as nothing. he simply shook his head and continued the conversation.
unbeknownst to phil, he was in fact being watched. in the bushes was hidden a boy paler than pale. except that wasn't his actual skin, just some bad foundation.
"i won't let you get to him sister steve" the boy grumbled to himself. the boy was none other than the infamous flashback mary, otherwise known as james charles.
james was pissed at steve, he was pissed at phil but he was also pissed at himself. he was about to go confess to phil all his feelings when steve approached him. james could tell phil was amazed just by steve's presence. what was so special about steve that james didn't have?
james had to make sure steve didn't get to phil before he did. he would go through any obstacle for phil, if steve was going to be an obstacle then so be it. james knew how to play the game but he needed to win.
with that in mind, he called the only person he knew would help at that moment.
"hello? who is this"
"john cena! it's me, james charles. do you remember me?"
"not at all, how do you have my number- what the fuck"
james hung up, he was upset. how did his childhood best friend not remember him?! there was only one way to fix this. james was going to visit john cena later that day.
