Hello stranger. ⇝ Phan

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*Trigger warning: anxiety\Alcohol consume

Dan

From that day on, things went great with Phil.

We were ignoring the kiss, we had great laughs, tons of pop corn, cuddles, video game fights and hugs. I had been sleeping at Clari's house for the week, so I'd spend more time with Phil.

Two days before Phil had to go back to Brighton, we decided to go to a pub...Actually, Clari decided we'd go to a pub, Phil thought it was a good idea and I didn't have a decision whatsoever.

I've only been to pubs once or twice in my whole life, however, it was enough for me to understand that I didn't belong to this kind of place.

And this was only reassured when I entered that dark place full of people.

My hands started sweating, my legs shaking, I felt like something really bad was about to happen, my heart skipping beatings as I started breathing erratically.

And that, my friends, is what an anxiety attack feels like.

-Dan? Are you okay?
-I'm...I... -My eyes started tearing up.

Phil held my hand and walked me to a place that had fewer people and clear lighting.

-I wa-want to drink s-something.
-I will get you some water... Will you be okay all by yourself for a couple minutes?

I nodded yes.

-Stay safe. Be right back.-He kissed the top of my head and left.

As I sat there like a child, a woman passed by me offering drinks.
-Fancy a drink?-The woman handed me the tray full of colorful weird drinks.-It's open bar.

I took a shot of vodka and quickly turned the liquid down my throat. And the burning sensation made me relax.

So I did it again.
     And again
        And again
           9 shots later, everything around me was blurry and funny.

-Dan, I found you some apple juice and... Dan?

-Wow your eyes are like sooooo blue.-I laughed.

-What is going on?-I kept on laughing.-Dan, did you have alcohol?

-A liiittle bit.-I said.-But it don't matter, Philly, I'm like fiiine.

-You are so drunk. What did you drink?

-Vodka. Want some? MISS, MY FRIEND WANTS VODKA, BRING US MORE VODKA! TONIGHT WE'RE GONNA PARTY LIKE RUSSIANS!- I yelled, as Phil had an internal conflict if he should laugh at or repress me.