Home Alone - Phan

6. Shitstorms

*Phil’s POV*

‘It could probably have been everybody who made me feel better, but a few hours later I woke up by my phone ringing. It was an old school friend, I don’t think you know him, who wanted to know about next weekend, and we had a nice conversation which made me forget about everything that had happened that night.

‘But as we finished our phone call my mind immediately went back to my nightmare. Something that sounded like my voice called your name, I don’t know if it was my real voice, or the one in my head. The phone fell to the ground as I stood up as quick as possible. My legs were vibrating as I still heard your name going through the apartment.’

‘What?! But you were awake you said. How can you still hear the voices from your dream, or nightmare, when you’re awake? You told me you didn’t hear them when you were awake short after your nightmare,’ I said, a little confused.

‘But they did come back the next day, that’s the strange thing. I don’t know what our little fight was about, but it hurt me. It still does. I didn’t manage to calm myself down after I stood there for about an hour, so I tried the laptop in my own room. Even though the voices were gone, it was a failure.

‘Twitter had a shitstorm about you not saying a thing, and Tumblr did the same. I shouldn’t have gone on the Phan hash tag. It was all about us breaking up, not talking with each other anymore, you leaving me and me making you not want to be with me anymore. All that stupid Phan stuff.’

I smirked, I couldn’t help it. I always went on the Phan hash tag, even though it was a creepy place, and I know Dan didn’t like to know about the things that went on there. People on there could go on and on about ‘Phan moments’ of us two, and some of them went way too far. There were pictures of lookalikes who kissed or even had sex. It was fun to see how much they looked like us

‘Don’t laugh at it, Phil, it made me feel bad! I’m being serious, I thought I had done that! I had yelled at you, and scared you so much you had to leave the house!’ He nearly shouted at me.

‘But Dan, you knew that wasn’t true! You knew I didn’t leave you for that! I… I…’ I couldn’t get it. Why would Dan ever think this of me?

‘Of course you didn’t Phil, you are my best friend, you would never leave me for such silly things. We never fight, so it wouldn’t even happen to us,’ Dan told me. ‘At that moment, I just didn’t see the difference between my nightmare and reality. It had nothing to do with you, Phil, it was just my mind.

‘My brain was one big troubled place, feeling like cotton candy. Anyway cloudy, probably because I only slept for about 4 hours that night. I fell asleep at 11 pm, woke up from my nightmare a few hours later, wasn’t able to sleep again ‘til probably 8, and woke up again at 9 am by that old mate of me.’ This made me feel slightly better, now knowing he didn’t mean it.

‘I didn’t respond to anyone on Tumblr or Twitter, which would’ve made it worse, but as I tried to sleep a bit more the voices came back. I couldn’t stay at home to keep myself from doing stuff like replying to things from the shitstorm on Twitter and Tumblr, and I went out to clear my mind. The streets weren’t empty, but I didn’t hear the voices in my head outside the apartment, so I told myself they were safe.

‘They actually were, although, for two hours.’