A/N: this was a request and i can’t find it! but yes this got out of hand and i hope you enjoy!
It started with the knocks.
You just moved into your home. It wasn’t the biggest, only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Wanting to explore the world fueled your soul, and you felt like this was the beginning. This was the beginning of a long journey that you were willing to go on. Your parents didn’t want you to own a house so early, but you insisted, ignoring their frightening words like mortgage and high property taxes. You would figure that out along the way.
Because you were your own boss. You created a company from the bottom up, using all your savings and extra cash to make it successful. And now, at eighteen years old, you owned a multi-million-dollar business. And hell, if you wanted to buy a small home, it was feasible.
You were carrying your boxes into your home when you first heard the sounds. It was an even rhythm, three taps in a row. At first, you thought it was just because you bought a fixer-upper, but then it continued to get louder and louder.
“What is that sound?” You questioned, unpacking your clothes in your room. You were alone today, your family on vacation for the next few months. You placed your clothing on the hanger, and chuckled to yourself, “How about this: One knock for no, and two knocks for yes. Okay?”
“Because you know I like you.” / “Liking Philip, out here, the way I do… it’s hard.”
[caption: three black and white gifs of philip from eyewitness. all scenes are related to him being liked. his face as lukas says “because [tommy] doesn’t like you.” / him telling gabe about his mom’s boyfriend “so i just kept sitting next to him… pretending that he liked me.” / him telling helen and gabe “even if somebody out here did like me, they would never admit it.”]
I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable, actually. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn’t any pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.