Drunk - A Phanfiction

Getting "Dressed"

Phil's POV

The second I wake up I check my phone, as I do practically every morning of my life. I log onto twitter and go over to Tyler's page.

I know I'm seeing him at the party tonight, but that doesn't mean I still can't wish him a happy birthday. I tweet him:

@tyleroakley

Hey Tyler! Happy birthday m8!

I post it, getting retweets within seconds. I glance at the time. It's eleven AM already? I must have over slept a heck of a lot.

I jump up and make my way to the living room, where I am surprised to find Dan, perched on his sofa with the lap top on his lap. Typical.

"Morning." He says, not taking his eyes away from the screen. I glance up at him, pretending I wasn't at all interested before. "Hey." I say, before taking a seat on the other couch and opening up my laptop so that I can browse.

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After hours of sitting on our laptops with ignorance to the rest of the world, Dan and I decide it's time to get ready.

We both go into our bedrooms and start to get changed. I already had my clothes picked out from yesterday, so that was alright.

I exit my room two minutes later, already fully dressed. All I needed now was my brush. Oops, I left it in Dan's room.

Without thinking, I walk over to Dan's room and open the door. "Hey Dan, can I just get my b-"

His back is to me, but he is completely naked.

We both just kind of stand there, too scared to move a single muscle. My eyes widen as I try so hard not to look down.

I walk out and shut the door behind me, racing to my bedroom. I forgot the brush, but I don't care about anything else right now.

What just happened?