Dan
Why did I agree to go to "Phil Lesters" party? Sure, he had the purest blue eyes that laughed and cried at the same time, but he was a stranger to me. This was going to be a lonnnnnng night.
I finally got to Phil's house. When I stepped out of the car, I could hear the music. Muse. Good choice.
I walked through the front door and ducked to avoid a clearly drunk senior. I wasn't about to get vomit all over my favorite black t-shirt or jeans. I hear a voice scream
"ALRIGHT WHO SPIKED THE PUNCH?!?!"
That's the host. I guess his parents aren't home. Either that or they're deaf.
I got that all from standing in the doorway. As I made my way to the living room, I kept tripping over people snoging and others vomiting all over. The living room was where the music was booming from, and there was a hot, sweaty mass of people dancing.
I saw Phil dumping out the spiked punch and replacing it with regular punch. When he turned around he shouted
"Daniel, you came!"
He had the sweetest smile on his face.
"Well, I don't usually break promises. And call me Dan."
