{A/N: The picture of the house is supposed to be what I'm describing I just searched "tan house red door" on google but obviously Dan's doesn't have a US flag!}
(Phil's POV)
After seeing the dogs we keep walking. It's such a long walk I felt like my legs were going fall off. Can legs fall off? Anyway, we finally get there and I'm awkwardly panting when going up his yard to his stairs. The outside of his house is a tan colour . The door is red. Also his house is huge. He must be rich. Then we get inside. It's pretty normal except the size. "My mum doesn't like when we walk with shoes on in the house so sorry but you have to take them off" Dan apologizes. "It's fine." I reply politely. Then we go up his wooden staircase. Nineteen stairs later we are at the second floor. I'm so thankful that's the floor his room is on because I think I would've passed out. Like literally just pass out on his wooden staircase. We get to his room and their is a piano and a bed and a desk with figurines on it. His bedsheets look a little like mine but instead of green and blue it's black and gray. I point to the piano and say "Do you play?" He nods.

(Dan's POV)
We're at my house and finally I open my book and say "Well let's get started." So we start on the written part about how art is in nature but it's hidden all that crap. So when we finish that ,after an hour of typing and printing, we reward ourselves with food. Then he realizes he needs to be home soon for an early dinner. He bids me farewell. He literally said "I bid you farewell." Instead of a normal goodbye. I smile. And that's when I notice, the grass looks less green. My house looks less tan. My colourful painting looks less colourful. I'm imagining it. It's not really fading. It's not true.

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