MALADRESSE ✞

0.3

WARNING: Reference to self harm and death.

"Dan?"

"That's my name,"

"I can't sleep,"

"Get here then, moron," I grumble.

I feel the covers being lifted then my bed dip slightly as Pj crawls into my bed with me.

"Nightmares again?" I ask, turning onto my side to face him in the dark.

With my tired state, I could only make out his silhouette.

"Yeah,"

"Don't worry, I get them too."

"You do?"

"All the time. What was yours about?"

"I was standing in our high school hallway between maths and English, nobody was around but I could hear them laughing. I was twirling around looking for someone but as I tried to move forward something was stopping me, I tried to move back but I just tripped... and then I found out what was blocking my path..."

"What was it, Pj?"

"You."

"Me?"

"You were dead, Dan. My only friend, my first gay crush. You had cuts all over your arm just like back in high school, your warm chocolate eyes were cold and lifeless, the usual rosy tint to your tanned skin was no longer there, it looked like someone had dumped a shitload of talcum power on your face."

By this time he was in hysteria and it takes me a good ten minutes to work him out of it, I whisper comforting things in his ear, all the things he used to whisper to me when I was like this all the time during high school, and finally, he calms down.

"Come on, Peej. Let's get some sleep."

I wrap an arm around Pj and he snuggles into me and buries his face in the crook of my neck. We lay there for a while and I soon hear the slight snore of the sleeping boy next to me.

I smile before letting out a yawn. I inhale the sweet smell of my coconut shampoo that Pj had used earlier before slowly drifting off into a sleep where the only dream I had was about Kanye being president in the year 2020.

>•<

I wake up to the sweet smell of bacon and I instantly know this was Pj's way of saying sorry for waking me up.

I rub the sleep out of my eye and I walk through the house and into the kitchen.

"G'morning," I grumble.

"Good morning, Dan. I'm sorry about waking you up last night, this is why I'm currently standing in your kitchen wearing nothing but boxers cooking bacon and scrambled eggs."

I smile and I ruffle his hair. If people see us, they would probably think we're a couple but we're just really good friends. It's like, more than best friends but not dating.

I don't know if there were anyone else in the world like the pair of us but I couldn't really care. I love Pj to pieces, I really do, but I just don't think I could be with him like that.

"Thank you, Peej," I say, sitting down on the bar stool, ignoring the feeling of the cold chair against my bare legs and lower back.

"No problem," He says.

He serves them out and then hands me mine with a fork while he sits down with his own next to me. We eat in a comfortable silence, the only sound made was the clanking of the forks against the plates and the occasion groan of satisfaction.

When we were both finished, we both get dressed and I promised to give Peej a day to do whatever he wanted to do. Of course Pj asked to go to the cinema to watch Inside out. So that's exactly what we did, we grabbed our stuff and headed for the cinema. After the film finished, we headed to our favourite milkshake place, ordered and planned the rest of the day out.

I begin to notice after a while that Peej kept on getting out his phone and smiling at the many incoming texts he was getting. Did he meet someone online? It couldn't have been anywhere else, he hasn't been out of my sight since his outburst about his ex. We finally get our drinks then we finalise the plan one more time.

"First, we devour our divine drinks, then, we head to the library, I need to take back the scorch trials and take out the death cure, head back to yours, order pizza, have hot chocolate, play video games, read, unsocialise, then we will head over to the coffee shop so you can see Phil again."

I was nodding along to everything he said to me without fully comprehending what was going on, but at the mention of Phil's name, my head perked up and I gave him my full attention. Peej laughed and shook his head. Wait, speaking of Phil, he still hadn't text me, I gave him my number after all, it's not like I could particularly text him first.

"You wondering why he hasn't text you yet?" Peej asks.

"I learned ages ago to never ask how you know this type of things so I'm going to cut short and say, yes, yes I am."

"You gave him my number, dipshit,"

"What?"

"Our number is exactly the same apart from one number at the end, instead of writing down a eight, you wrote down a six. Which is my number."

"So.."

"So, Phil has been texting me all day thinking I'm you."

So that's why he constantly kept getting his phone out, Phil was texting him. Thinking he was texting me. Oh Gods, that would be embarrassing if Phil was sexting, for him, me and maybe even for Peej too. I wonder what Phil has been putting. Has Pj replied to any of them?

"Yes, I have replied to some. I told him that you got the numbers mixed up and he told me it was fine but he wasn't ready to text 'you' again. So he's been texting me all day asking about you."

I smile at the thought of someone other than Pj- who I have known for most of my life- wanting to actually get to know me and ask about me, being too shy to actually message me directly, I imagine his raven black hair hiding his beautiful blue eyes as he tries to hide the tint of pink in his cheeks.

Wow, where the hell did that come from? But my mind obviously doesn't stop there, does it? My mind starts to go to the dark side of Tumblr at early hours of the morning, the side where you have to get your head out of the gutter and then bathe yourself in holy water.

We both laugh before heading to the library quickly before heading to my house where we do exactly as we planned, play video games, watch TV, unsocialise, we ordered Pizza and had a drink of Coke, deciding to get the hot chocolate at the coffee shop and then we read until it was time to go.

"You ready to see your boyfriend?" Peej asks, puckering his lips and battering his eyelashes exaggeratedly.

"Oh, fuck you," I say pulling on a beanie.

"If you want, but it might make Phil a little jealous," He replies winking before walking out the door.

"Why do I put up with this?" I question myself as I walk out the door, lock it, then slowly walk after Pj who was skipping singing about going on a bear hunt.

What a child.

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Now it's time for the sexy end note dance.

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Hey guys! I don't have much to say for this so I'm just gonna take this time to say thank you to everyone who has read this book and has voted, you are all amazing.

Also, do you want these chapters longer or are they alright as they are? So far they are about 1200 words each so IDK.

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(My love for Dan Howell will never die)

-OutliveTheDemons