"Phil."
"Yeah?"
"You read this email?"
"Yeah?"
"It's sent from wearetheRealNASA@yahoo.com."
"Yeah?"
"It's fake, Phil."
"What?" Phil snatched his phone out of my hands from across the table.
"It's not real, you twit. Plus, they said they would call you." I pointed out.
Phil slid his thumb over his screen. "You're sure?"
"Like 87% sure."
Color boy sighed. "Who would do that?"
"Three guesses who."
"PJ." We said in unison.
"I can't stand him sometimes." I rolled my eyes.
"Sometimes? How were you even friends with him?" Phil asked.
"Hey! You were friends with him too, for a little. You even dated!"
"Yeah, but not since elementary." He retorted.
"He wasn't always like this. We were real good friends before... Before-"
"Before you talked to me. Wait! Isn't that Adrian?"
My head snapped to the door, and in walked my little brother and the kid I used to babysit.
"He's totally gonna notice us." I sighed at my stupidity.
"I brought us disguises." Phil proclaimed, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a baseball cap. "I like this one, and I have two options for you." He smiled, then proceeded to pull out another hat.
"I am not wearing that." I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms.
"What? I got it from Florida!" Phil held it out.
"Gatorland USA?" I read aloud. "I wouldn't be caught dead in that."
"Oh, come on. This hat is amazing! I'd bang someone in this hat."
"You are one horny person, Phil Lester." I teased, and he over exaggerated a wink. "But I'm not wearing that."
"The other option is a fake mustache."
"I'll just put my hood on to be incognito."
"Your loss." Phil shrugged, and put the hat back in his bag.
A/N: sorry for the short chap but I'm getting over some twist and shout feels... Rip me
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Colorful | Phan | Completed
Fanfiction"Reason number one not to fall in love with Phil Lester, he speaks in colors." ~ Dan Howell is in his last year of high school when, thanks to a bet, he is forced to prove to his friend how easy it is to not fall in love with somebody who cares for...
