ribs ; phan

one

i pushed past the sweaty bodies, some dancing, some talking, almost all drinking. part of me would like to wonder if it was a good idea, allowing pj to drag me here, but i admittedly had a drink or two myself and the light buzz left me lighthearted.

i plopped down on the couch, laying my head back and sighing in relief. i was completely content as is, and knew that i would most likely be driving myself home after the party. pj would undoubtedly be staying over with chris, tucked away in his room with soft whispers and drunken smiles, sleepy eyes and tousled hair. and even with their absence, no one would suspect a thing. because everyone knew they were a thing. and that was okay. and they were okay. knowledge was okay. no one truly believes that ignorance is bliss anyhow. but im starting to believe that im okay. everything is okay.

but were you? are you? god, i know you weren't at the time why do i bother asking. my first memory of you was then, at that party. a pretty boy, who clearly had at least a few more drinks than i did, stumbling over, yet another cup in hand. a cup that slipped as he fell, you fell, the liquid splashing out and splashing me. the drink you spilt all over me. it was that drink that brought us together, it was that drink that could have been your last. but i didn't know that at the time. i didn't know anything. and perhaps i still don't. i probably don't.

a/n: ah alright, im bad with notes such as this but i wanted to say something, a quick something. i promise i won't ramble too much. if you didn't catch on, this is inspired by the song ribs, by lorde (ella my love) and it's going to play out slightly differently of course, but i have a plot planned out and i hope it goes okay and i really hope it manages to at least get the attention that headspace has. and i am still writing headspace, as well. more updates will hopefully be up this weekend, if anyone enjoys my writing enough to care much about that.