Summertime - 1 & 2

Hey I'm finally posting Summertime! Quick note, this was originally supposed to be a Ryden fic, and I wrote the first three chapters like that, that's why Phil has an asshole feel cause he was supposed to be Brendon Urie and I didn't want to rewrite it, I don't have the time. Also this is chapters 1 and 2, cause they're real short. Also I wrote the first three chapters a while ago so sorry if they're crap, it'll get better I promise.

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So I can't write in 1st person anymore, it's 3rd person now.

Enjoy!

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the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage

I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue

"I signed you up for summer camp."

Phil paused the half-hearted poking of the food on my plate when my mother spoke. He gave her a questioning look, trying to put some annoyance in his eyes.

"Mrs. Howell sends her son to the same camp every year. He's a few years younger than you." Mother explained further. Yeah, Phil knew Dan Howell. He's the quiet kid. An outcast and a weirdo.

"And we both thought that you two could do it together this year. He doesn't have a lot of friends."

More like he has no friends, Phil thought.

"And I know this is sudden, but you two could become friends.  And it could be a fun experience before he leaves. It's only a month."

Oh yeah. The Howell family are moving to New York when summers over.

"The camp is a bit far, so it's a days drive."

Great. A month with a boy I don't know, and an all-day car trip with my mother, Phil grumbled to himself, in his head of course.

"And I know you will probably try to avoid Dan,"

You got that right, Phil rolled his eyes, in his head of course.

"...so Mrs. Howell offered to pay you."

we don't have to dance

"Okay, we're here, Phil."

Phil opened his eyes into a glare towards the window of the car and out into the parking lot of camp Coronam.

He was just about to open the door when a car pulled up next to his mother's and recognized the driver as Mrs. Howell, and there in the enger seat was Dan.

He watched Mrs. Howell and Dan get out of their car. Phil's mother did the same, walking to go talk to Mrs. Howell.

Reluctantly, Phil got out of the car himself. He walked to the trunk to grab his bag. He shoved a hand in his pocket. Phone, check. Headphones, check. Charger, check.

"I'm gonna need your phone, Phil. A camp rule, no phones."

Heck, Phil thought.

He handed his phone to his mother, along with an exaggerated eye-roll.

"You'll survive, Phil. It's just one summer." His mother spoke in a soft tone.

"Fine." He turned his head back to his bag, picking up the straps.

"Dan, could you go find out your cabin?" Mrs. Howell asked. Dan didn't reply, just walked away on the small path up to the office building. Once Dan was out of earshot, she turned to Phil.

"Thank you for coming, Phil. I wanted Dan to have a friend, you know? Even if we are moving soon, I just worry about him sometimes." She paused. "Well, anyway, here's this. You'll get the other half after the summer." Mrs. Howell handed me an envelope.

$100 dollars was in it, and Phil would get $200 more if he actually stuck to being his friend throughout the summer.

"Please don't tell Dan." Mrs. Howell asked, and Phil just nodded.

Sure, it was a really messed up thing to do, and he knew that, but it was just a one-time thing, and Dan certainly didn't have to know.

So no harm done.