You and phil have been locker buddies ever since freshman year, although you never even spoke to him all that much. he was completely the opposite; he could talk for england with the way he goes on for hours on end. whenever you pass him in the hallways or have a class with him, you can constantly hear him blabbering on about whatever alien species or theory he's fixated on that week. Phil wasn't exactly the most liked guy ever, not that he was mean or anything, but everyone picked on him. Especially the Pattycakes. From what you've heard and seen, they make his life a living hell. he would usually brush it off with a joke or insulting them back, which definitely didn't help his case. the pattycakes were nice to you; you were quite quiet and reserved, so they often treated you almost like a lost puppy. It wasn't the most endearing thing ever, but it was better than being tormented. Whenever you two are at your lockers at the same time, he desperately tries to make conversation with you, trying to impress you, asking you questions. it was almost as if he was trying to flirt with you, but mostly failing miserably. It was a monday morning, and the hallway was filled with students, laughing, talking, hanging around. you were at your locker, relaxing before home room. after a few moments, you sensed a figure approach from behind you. "Hey, Guest, how’s your weekend been?" You turned around to see Phil looking at you, his regular dorky smirk plastered on his lips as he leaned against his own locker next to yours.