I glare at Dan. I can't believe how pissed off he is! All that I did was forget to wear cat whiskers! But now he's pointing out every single thing that I've ever done wrong.
"And another thing, Phil!" Dan sighs, "You know what? Whatever." He starts to walk away and smacks into a glass door, falling to the ground.
"Dan! Dan! Are you okay?!" I ask him, running to check on him. I reach down and grab his hand to help him up.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little-" he looks up, into my eyes. "Shaken up."
I pull Dan to his feet and jokingly kiss his nose. "Feel better?" I ask him, laughing. Suddenly I look into his eyes, feeling a way I've never felt before. I try to ignore it. After all, he is Dan Howell, my best friend.
"Phil?" Dan looks at me, "Will you help me get to my bed?"
From what I could tell, he could walk perfectly fine, but I wrapped his arm around my shoulders and helped him to his bed. I sat him down and he asked "If it's not to much, will you help undress me? So I can be more comfortable?"
"Sure, I guess," I reply. Trying my hardest not to look at him, I slip off his shorts and shirt.
