Uncle Phil ~Phan~

3rd Person P.O.V.


     Dan smiled happily as he saw his 7 year old son, Thomas, waiting outside of his school. Thomas had his SpiderMan backpack hiked up onto his small shoulders, his eyes darting around the parking lot for his father's car.

"Tommy!" Dan shouted, waving his arms out of the open window of his Lancer Evolution. 

Thomas saw his father and smiled widely, flailing his arms slightly and waddled off to the car, yanking the door open and clambering into the back seat. 

Dan shifted into first gear and weaseled his way back onto the main road.  

"So," Dan began, adjusting his mirror to get a better look at his son, "how was school today?"

"Amazing!" Thomas squealed, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. 

Dan chuckled, "Amazing, huh? What was the best part?"

"Uncle Phil stopped by during recess! He gave me a lollipop and-"

Dan slammed on the brakes, causing both him and Thomas to lurch forward before falling back into their original positions.

"Ow! Daddy-"

"Uncle Phil?"

Thomas's eyebrows knitted together, "Yeah...he told me to tell you hello."

Dan spun around, his arm wrapping around the passenger seat, "What do you mean you saw Phil? Are you sure it was him?"

Thomas giggled, "Yes daddy! I know what Phil looks like! Silly."

Dan released an awkward laugh, turning back and clutching the steering wheel, "Yeah. Sorry Tommy, I'm just being silly, you're right."

Thomas looked out the window with a small smile on his face, and Dan pressed his foot on the gas, continuing on their journey home.

One thing bugged him though.

Phil had died two years ago in a plane crash.