It had been two weeks since I'd come to London. Two weeks of practice. Two weeks of trying to forget Phil. It hadn't worked but I hadn't really forgotten anyone from my old school - and that meant Chris and PJ. But how could I forget them anyway?
Chris had messaged me every day and PJ had messaged me a little less but with weird, motivational, or weirdly motivational quotes. I hadn't always messaged back but I did miss them a lot.
I felt my phone buzz. I ignored the first one but when it buzzed again I eventually grabbed my phone and saw I had two messages:
PJ: On a scale of one to unacceptable how okay is it to go crazy?
Chris: Ignore PJ's text, just Skype us already!

I smiled warmly at the messages but my heart ached knowing what I'd left behind. I was happy they were still there for me. Instead of sending a text, I pulled my laptop onto my lap and opened skype. Chris answered within seconds and he was sitting next to a grainy PJ. They both looked happy to see me, big grins on their faces that just made my heart hurt even more. Their faces were pixelated but I could still make out the features of them that I loved so much; PJ's curls that fell down his face, Chris' lopsided grin.
"Danny boy!" Chris exclaimed and I had to turn down my volume whilst laughing.
"Good to see you," PJ said and did a little salute which I tried to do back but had to stop mid-way as my laptop began to slide off.
They moved their hands a little and that's when I noticed something.
"Wait. Wait. Wait," I exclaimed as I pulled my laptop back to its original position and stared at my two friends, a grin exploding on my face. "Are you two holding hands?"
PJ looked down at their hands and hid his probably red face under his curls.
Meanwhile, Chris thrust their hands up to the screen.
"This is my boyfriend PJ and I love him and I'm keeping him!" He told me enthusiastically.
"Chris..." PJ warned but he just received a cheeky smile from him. "I'm not doing it." He shook his head but Chris just continued to look at him with that same smile until PJ eventually sighed and held their hands back up to the webcam. "This is my boyfriend Chris and I love him and he's keeping me".
"How long did it take you to convince him to do that?" I laughed at them. They were an odd pair but they totally worked.
"Wayy too long," he admitted and PJ sulked about it.
"I'm so happy for both of you!"
"When are you coming back?" Chris asked me.
"I'm well... I'm not," I admitted and I hated seeing how all of Chris' previous happiness began to fade away.
"But... you can't just leave. We're drama buddies!"
"We really miss you, Dan," PJ said sincerely.
"I miss you both so much," I said and leant my head against the headboard.
"We're not the only ones-" Chris began but PJ jabbed him in the ribs to shut him up. "He should at least know!" Chris defended himself to PJ which made me sit up.
"Know what?" I raised an eyebrow at them.
"It's Phil... he's in pieces over you," Chris told me slowly.
"I'm surprised he's even talking to you again now his bets failed for good," I scoffed.
It was probably just some elaborate act Phil was playing. Another bet that involved my friends. Who knew what was going on when it came to Phil.
"He's not friends with any of them anymore..." Chris admitted.
"Yeah, he sits with us and avoids them," PJ backed Chris up. But wasn't that what he did when he was going out with me? He told me he wasn't friends with them anymore... he told me a lot of things.
"He's heartbroken over you!" Chris told me.
"Good."
"I know you don't mean that"
I rolled my eyes but he was right. I didn't mean it. I felt bad for Phil but he broke my heart worse.
"It doesn't matter," I said instead because I didn't want to talk about my feelings. "I'm already here and I'm not changing my mind."
"Pleassee!" Chris begged.
"I'm sorry... I really am but I just can't deal with this right now," I looked away, "I need to go practice anyway." That was a lie but they didn't need to know that.
"He's in a basketball game, tomorrow night..." PJ cut in and let the statement hang in the air. He didn't need to say anymore, I got the message he was trying to give me.
"I can't."
"Think about it," he replied and the call cut off.

I stared at the screen for ages wondering what would happen if I did see Phil again. I was tired of staring at my reflection so closed the laptop and grabbed my phone. I still had a folder of photos Phil had taken on there. I opened it and just scanned through the images but it didn't help. I didn't know what would help. Maybe it would be better going back home even if it wasn't to see Phil. I'd get to see Chris and PJ again, my dad also.
I clicked on my dad's contact. He answered quickly.
"You alright?"
"Yeah dad," I replied and took a deep breath. "Is it okay if I come home for the weekend?" 

AN: Another chapter for y'all as I listen to Dear Evan Hansen <3 (If you listen/watch any musicals recommend them in the comments? Thanks ^-^). 
Also, I'm SO close to being finished with this story and idk how to feel?? 
- Rach x