"Dan, we're going out tonight." Phil said as he strode through our flat's door and threw his keys out on the table.
"what, like a date?" I smirked. "I'm not that gay, Phil."
"No! Not like that!' He practically yelled back, blushing a bit. He walked over the couch on which I was sitting and sat down next to me. No, he didn't just sit. He made sure that when he was getting 'comfortable' that he put his entire arm in the way of my laptop, pressed a few buttons, and smushed my head to the couch. "I mean, it's the 4th of July! Let's have some fireworks!" He beamed, and waited, as if waiting for approval. I sighed.
"Phil," I started, not wanting him to be hurt. "We're not American." His face bowed down in self pity, and stayed there for a while. I couldn't tell if he was just trying to be funny, but he looked like a lost and kicked around puppy.
"Oh, right." His voiced cracked. Why was he so upset?
"Ugh, fine. We'll do fireworks. But where will we get them, and why were you so upset about not having fireworks?" I asked, slightly concerned. I mean, wouldn't you be concerned if your best friend was almost crying over fireworks?
"I dunno. I just have never experienced fireworks. I wanna try." I nodded. Just then, he pulled out the biggest box of fireworks from behind the sofa. Like, it's the mega pack. It literally has 100 different fireworks.
"Phil, what the hell?! Where did you get this?" I half screamed, completely astonished.
"Um, remember when I went out the other day?" I nodded.
"You said you were going to the store."
"Yeah, well I didn't lie, I did go to the store." He said smiling, as if I was missing some joke.
"What store did you go to for that? The "Big Gigantic Fireworks Store"?!"I screamed.
"No."
"Oh, fine, give me no answers then." I sat down and continued scrolling down Tumblr again, not even realizing that I had stood up before.
"Sorry. I was mesmerized by the awesomeness of these fireworks. Anyway, I went to the American store. I dunno what it's called, but it's pretty cool." He was talking so rapidly that I could hardly understand him. He was obviously excited.
"Phil," I paused, letting this information sink in. "that store, it was by that one crappy fish and chip place, yeah?"
"Yeah, I think so." He replied, trying to recall the scene.
"Phil," I half-screamed. "that places is literally 2 hours from our flat! I figured you were late because you went to PJ's or Chris's house or something."
"I wanted fireworks." He was starting to hug the fireworks. Well, I can't back-off now. We have to use the stupid fireworks.
"Phil, we can't use 100 fireworks on our own."
"Ah ah ah, Dan!" He beamed, pushing his finger to my lips, shushing me. "I have a plan for that. We'll only use 50 tonight, and save them for next year!" He jumped up from the couch and into the kitchen, searching for our cookies.
"But where are we going to let them off? And what if there's a disaster or something? Like one of use dies suddenly?"I asked, picturing the sight of Phil dead because of some stupid fireworks. No, I'm not scared of fireworks, just one day I bought some fireworks and it defected, spun around, and killed the neighbor's cat. Try explaining that one to your old lady neighbor.
"Again," He mumbled, munching through the chocolate cookies. "Plan." That's all he said.
"What's this 'master plan'?" I questioned. But he just gave me this devilish grin and said nothing.
