"What?" Phil growled back, a bit more intimidating now. Dan bit his lip, deciding if he wanted to speak to this man. He clearly didn't like him that much, but Dan would still try. "Can I write about you?" He watches Phil's eyes widen at that.

"Look, mate. I would totally be interested in being your little 'money maker' or whatever. But if you want someone like that, look for a damn sugar daddy. Not me," Phil snapped before stomping off.

"Whatever, I'll see you again," Dan murmurs under his breath, before walking off. He heads after Phil, not letting him see him. Okay, he wasn't stalking... He was observing for his 'job' so don't call him a stalker. Dan didn't even know what he was doing. He could simply leave it alone, but nope. Phil had an interesting personality so far. He watches Phil walk across the street, his head in the clouds as he gets on his motorcycle. Well fuck, he had a motorcycle too? Dan shakes his head out of it, and edges over to his cheap ass car. He starts the car, and begins to drive after Phil.

He adjusts his mirrors, following Phil. Please don't get a restraining order. He just needed a topic, badly. He follows Phil, the snow melting as it gets darker. He watches Phil pull over at some place with music booming out of it. Dan pulls over across the street, watching before scribbling in his notebook the current events. Once Dan looks up, Phil is gone. "God da-," he is interrupted by someone tapping at the window. He doesn't see anyone, so he unrolls is confused.

Only to be greeted with Phil who leans on the window. "So, following me now?" Phil raised an eyebrow at him. Dan gulps, "I-I wasn't. I was just going to the p-party," he murmurs. He obviously was lying to Phil, and Phil could tell.

"You're a shit liar," Phil picks at his nails, giving him a more annoyed look then before. He shifts a bit, resting his arms on Dan's car window, squatting down almost. "So, why are you following me? Mr. Reporter?" he asks, tilting his head.

"I-I told you already. I-I needed a topic. It's p-part of a reporters j-job to be snoopy," Dan stutters out, incredibly intimidated right now. Phil scoffs at this, chuckling at him.

"You want to write about something? Write about this party," he replied finally. Dan stares at him in silence. He's not a fan of social events, or any in general.

A/n

I'll be doing most of the writing while Erina and Mia will work on more ideas to help out. My names Char, so hi! I'm the main writer. Some info on us.

Char - 14 years old
Pronouns: they/them
Sexuality: pan
Fandoms: riverdale, spn, Dnp, Sherlock.

Erina - 18 years old
Pronouns: she/then
Sexuality: gay
Fandoms: Dnp, spn, and yuri on ice

Mia - 17 year old
Pronouns: doesn't matter
Sexuality: asexual
Fandoms: Dnp, game of thrones, Sherlock, black butler.

Nice to meet our readers !! :)