Chapter 15
"Thanks for letting me stay here..." You tell Phil as he leads you up to the guest bedroom in his house, which is his brother's old bedroom.
"Well, I'll need to ask my mum, but I'm sure she'll be okay with it. She's really nice." Phil tells you, opening the door of the bedroom.
"Cause she'll totally be fine with you letting a random girl you met in the middle of the woods sleep in her house for a week." You laugh.
"She wouldn't be okay with that if I only met you, like, yesterday or something." Phil laughs as well. "But I should go check with her to make sure. Stay here and... I don't know what you can do... But I'll only be a minute or so." He smiles and leaves you to familiarise yourself with the room.
All four walls are painted a deep, burgundy-like colour with a normal sized window on the left one, matched with some tall black curtains. There isn't really much to say about the room. It's relatively small, but it may just appear to be that way due to the fact that you've only been and slept in extremely large bedrooms. The double bed has a black duvet draped over it, obviously with matching black pillows. There's a bedside table on each side of the bed and a closet on the right side of the room, made with the same wood as the two tables.
You walk over and sit down on the side of the bed, pulling the money out of your jacket pocket as you do so.
While you were running out of the house, you had grabbed a jacket that was hanging up beside the back door, which miraculously had some money in the pocket.
Granted, it's not that much. At least you don't think it's a lot as you count it up.
Four twenties and two tens.
One hundred pounds.
You shrug and place it bag in your pocket. You probably won't even need it, but obviously you'll keep it. Just in case. Plus, it's still money. It would be pointless for you to throw it away.
"Yeah, she's okay with it." Phil tells you, leaning against the door frame.
"Okay. Thanks again by the way." You smile at him.
"Oh, no problem." Phil shrugs. "It's my pleasure."
"So... What time is it?" You ask.
"I'd guess around... 3 o'clock or something."
"Cool. What do you wanna do?"
"Intense, aggressive, serious Mario kart battle?"
"You read my mind."
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6:35pm.
"Fuck you Phil Lester!" You huff as Phil beats you in yet another round of Mario kart.
He seems to be pretty good at it, but that may be because you suck at it.
"Sorry." Phil laughs. "Want to play another round?"
"Nah, I'm tired of being fucking crushed at this." You tell him. "I'm also a little hungry."
"Well, what do you want for dinner?" Phil asks as he turns off the wii.
"What can I have?" You ask.
"Well... how hungry are you?"
"Not that hungry. I'm just rather... peckish."
"We can just have pasta or spaghetti or something like that then. It's quick and easy." Phil stands up. "Come on."
"Where are we going?" You ask, standing up with him.
"To the kitchen." He leads you down the hall towards the kitchen.
"Why?"
"To make dinner."
"We're going to make it?!" You gasp as you walk into the kitchen.
"Yeah." Phil chuckles at how surprised you are. "Have you never made dinner before?"
"Up until this morning I had never prepared any food before. How do you make it?"
"Well, if we're just making pasta..." Phil reaches up into a cupboard and takes out a packet of uncooked pasta. "It's pretty simple. First, we need to boil up some water."
"Okay... how do you do that?" You ask.
"We fill a pot up with water and place it on the stove, turn it up and wait until it bubbles." Phil explains, taking a pot out of a different cupboard.
"Oh oh oh! Can I fill it with water?" You ask excitedly.
"Of course. Here." Phil hands you the pot.
"Yay!" You squeal and rush over to the sink. "How much do I put in?"
"Fill it half way."
"Okay-dokay!" You put the pot under the tap and turn the water on, but you accidentally turn it on full blast, spraying water in your face. "Crap!"
"Good job." Phil turns the tap down to a less intense level.
"I'm new to this!"
"Like that isn't obvious."
"Rude!" You gently slap him on the arm before turning off the tap. "Okay, now what?"
"Now we boil it, then we put the pasta in and wait for it to cook."
"Alright. Let's do this!"
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After about thirty minutes, you and Phil eat the pasta, then go watch and movie, then Phil decides he should show you a website named tumblr.
Bad idea.
"Why did you decide to show me this?" You ask and laugh at the same time as he scrolls past the pornographic drawing of Yuri and Victor from Yuri on ice.
"You need your internet education as well. This is a very popular site for aesthetic people, fandoms and fan fiction."
"What's fan fiction?" You ask.
Phil looks up at you and smirks.
"You're probably going to regret asking that."
Phil searches something up and pulls up a story about Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross.
"So, fanfiction is basically when people who are fans of characters or bands or something similar to that write stories about them, most of them shipping two characters or people together."
You begin to read the fanfiction, and instantly regret it.
"Holy shit." You slam the laptop shut and stand up. "These people need Jesus! Where's the holy water?!"
"I told you that you would regret asking what fanfiction is."
"Do people like, jerk off to that?"
"I don't really know."
"Nononono. I don't appreciate it. I would rather watch Asian tentacle porn."
"No you wouldn't."
"Yeah, I don't know if I would. I've never watched porn." You sit back down. "And do not show me any!"
"Don't worry, I won't. You need time to get over the fanfiction."
After a couple more hours of tumblr, you go to bed, borrowing Phil's lion/totoro onesie for pyjamas.
The bed is extremely more comfortable than you imagined, so you fall asleep quickly with ease.
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You're trapped in a clean, shining white room.
No windows, no doors, no furniture, no colour.
Just plain white.
Your screams bounce against the walls of the room, making them feel powerful and loud, yet hushed and silent at the same time.
You feel a pain take control of your entire body.
Your breath begins to speed up.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
"Help!"
You can't even hear the screams and cries escape from your mouth at this point.
"HELP!"
Suddenly, a drop of bright blue paint falls from above you and lands on the floor in front of you.
You shuffle over to investigate it.
The colour is gorgeous.
It reminds you of Phil's bright, shimmering, joyful blue eyes.
Another drop falls from above, this one a lime green colour.
Then another different coloured one falls.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
These drops that continue to rain from the sky are strangely comforting, slowing your breathing back down to normal.
The colour fills the recently boring, bland room.
You grin, enjoying the feeling on the cool, colourful drops on your plain white dress as you spin around.
But then, you feel a hand place a strong grip on your shoulder.
You look to see side and see the man's hand is the same clean white colour the room previously was.
"No." You hear a booming voice, which sounds quite familiar, but you just can't place who it is.
You push his hand off you, but her grabs both your arms, holding you tightly in place.
Your breathing speeds up again as you desperately try to escape the man's grasp.
You attempt to turn around, but it won't work.
The man's grip on you is too strong.
"Let go!" You scream as you watch the colour drain from the walls.
"Don't fight it."
You look down at your dress as the white engulfs all of the colour.
"Shut up!"
You feel a slap on your head, pushing you to the floor as everything becomes white once more.
That's when the pitch black takes over instead, spreading across your entire vision.
The colour is disappearing~