finally getting interesting yay! I didn't plan this by myself, I had some help from briony (again bc i can't do things by myself damn) anyways i hope you enjoy, also leave some feedback telling me how to improve, bc I just want to make you all happy
ciao for now
Still Dans POV..
The faint noise of footsteps seemed to fade into the background. I was alone in AmazingPhils little terraced house in the middle of a busy city. His cozy office space wasn't that exciting. You would imagine Phil to have a colourful room filled with posters and fun things around the desk and on the walls. Nope. It was the complete opposite. All that lay in this bare room was a simple mahogany desk with a matching chair. This desk was a completely different matter. It was cluttered and unorganized, filled with letters, boxes, loose paper and a MacBook.
Being the nosey person I am I had to peak right? It wouldn't do any harm right I mean he puts himself out on the internet; he should expect this sort of stuff.
After about a ton of fan mail and loose paper with little lion drawings and collages I got to the good stuff. The interesting personal mail. Bank statements. Letters from companies. Contract deals. You name it he had it there. Of course I couldn't open any of the unopened mail so I opted for the one already torn open at the seam.
"Philip Lester you have a choice to make" I read the top line as I slipped it out of the already crumpled up envelope.
"This is an opportunity of a lifetime..."
"You and a friend..."
"For the chance to win £5000..."
"Make a video that is creative, funny and appeals to people all around the world..."
I skimmed over the words because he knew Phil wouldn't take long making two coffees. With that in mind soon enough he footsteps were audible again. In a flash I threw the letter making it slide across all of the papers and slip onto the floor on the side of the desk, and plunge into the sofa, making a huge thud noise.
"Urm, what was all that noise about?" Phil chuckled nervously, passing a mug to me and then placing his on that cluttered desk; how he found room I will never know.
"Oh, you know I just" I tried to find the right words. "Oh, just dropped my clipboard on the laminate, yeah that's right, urm, noisy things..." He just stared at me. Blankly. Then broke the awkwardness by sipping at his extremely hot drink and flailing his tongue because of the heat. A quiet laugh rolled off my lips and echoed in the room.
His eyes averted from his mug and traced around the wooden floor, fixating on something. Then it hit me, like a ton of bricks. The letter.
"What's that doing on the floor…?" He threw a puzzled look over to me. I just shrugged my shoulders and let myself seep into a vortex of lies and mischief.
"Seriously, how could that even get there I put all my fan mail on top of that..." This time he knew I was up to something. He just sat himself down next to me again on that very same sofa.
(ik my chapters are short but there are going to be a lot of them so brace youselves)
