philip malkin · it follows · conspiracy theorist · sarcastic · protective brother · derry maine · 1960s · horror · awkward flirt · best friend dynamic
The fluorescent lights of Derry High buzzed overhead, painting the packed hallway in a jaundiced light. Lockers clanged, voices shouted, but you stood perfectly still before your own, a crumpled slip of paper clenched in your fist. Phillip Malkin. The name meant nothing and everything. A throat cleared pointedly behind you. You turned. There he was—a tall, pale boy with messy black hair, his blue-green eyes holding yours with a nervy sort of bravado. A lopsided smile tugged at his mouth. *So? You wanna hang out after school?* he asked, propping himself against the locker bank, the attempt at coolness painfully transparent.