First of all I want to wish a wonderful happy birthday to one of the two men who helped me through some really tough times even though they don't know it. I'm really proud of what Phil have accomplished and I hope he has a wonderful day :)
Carry on.
"That was fun!" Tyler slurs, pissed out of his mind.
I don't quite understand how it all happened, one minute we are enjoying a delicious meal in some fancy ass restaurant then the next thing I know we're at a club, Troye, Tyler and Phil are taking shots and grinding on each other. A gay club, may I add.
I was that annoyingly awkward person that every bar has where they stuck with Cherry Coke and went as far as bobbing their heads to dance. I figured that they're all going to get wasted so I might as well be the responsible one to keep an eye on the children.
"Not drinking tonight, sir?" The bartender asks.
"Nah, got to keep my eyes on them three over there," I say, jabbing a finger in the trio's direction.
"The responsible one," He states.
"For the first time in my life, yeah, I'm doing something responsible," I tell him before I turn around to see my friends dance.
Troye and Tyler were grinding on each other while Phil was grinding on a complete stranger. He had dark hair, maybe brown and matching brown eyes, if it wasn't for the well-built body I could've mistaken him for myself. I growl and turn back around, burning holes into the wood that I was leaning on.
He was mine. Phil was mine even though he wasn't. I wanted Phil to myself even though I knew that was selfish and impossible, but I couldn't help it!
"Which one?" The bartender asks.
"Black haired one with the most amazing pair of blue eyes I have ever seen," I mutter in response, only loud enough for both of us to hear over the obnoxiously loud music.
"Got it bad, huh?"
"Yeah, I've been feeling like this for over six months now, pretty sure that's how long it was since we first met in the coffee shop. I liked him since I first laid my eyes on him, but only known I've really liked him for a couple of weeks maybe?"
"What's gone on between you to get you so close?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you said you didn't know until a couple of weeks ago about your true feelings for the kid, something must of happened to being the two of you together more and something must've happened for the penny to finally drop."
"Well, we were both dating people, I mean, I was dating and he was engaged to someone, but then I got into an argument with my other half and basically he blurted out that he was cheating on me. With Phil's fiancé. A week later I told Phil and he stayed over at mine for a while. He kicked Chris- his former fiancé- out and gave the landlord back his house and moved in with me."
"What a douche," he says. "hold on,"
He serves somebody else and then comes back to me, I finish off my glass and he replaces it.
"I don't think I have much money left,"
"Don't worry, it's on the house,"
"You sure?"
"You're here not drinking just so your friends can have a good time, you're being the party mom, that's a cool thing of you to do,"
"I guess so," I shrug, downing my Coke.

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