No Homo (a Phanfic)

Part 4- I Don't Remember...

Phil's lips caressed mine one more time before pulling away. I slid my hands down from under his shirt and shot him the best pouty eyes I could muster. I didn't want him to pull away. That's when I noticed the black dots dancing circle around my vision. I must be more drunk than I realized. My head started to feel light and the woozy feeling in my mind probably was from both the kiss and the alcohol. I closed my eyes and gave into the black.

I woke up in bed. My head ached but my vision was mostly normal. It was so dark though I could barely see. I don't know how I got here, but it smelled like our house so I simply assumed I was home. I tried to remember anything from last night but it just made my head ache more. My body told me it was probably around 3 am and that I really should go back to sleep. I reached out for my body pillow, and found something a little more solid. I was too tired to care though so I went with it. I wrapped my arms around what I assumed was my pillow and allowed my mind to surrender to the grogginess.

When I next woke up, my arms weren't around my pillow. In fact, my arms were pinned down to my sides as if someone was hugging me. Actually, someone WAS spooning me. My head ached a little but not as bad as it had earlier in the night. I choose to ignore it and focus on whoever was lying next to me. The room was lighter now, I would say it was somewhere around 10 am. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed the bright green cover pulled up to my neck. I wasn't in my room, I was in Phil's. It was his arms around me. Warmth tingled up my spine and I knew the blush was coming before it even arrived, setting my cheeks aflame. I couldn't tell if Phil was awake or not, so I decided not to bother him. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his arm, well aware that my hobbit hair had decided to make an appearance, and let myself fall back into a light sleep.

I awoke to a sleepy Phil groaning and taking his arms away from around me as he stretched. I rolled over sleepily to see him. The sun bounced off of his pale skin and set him glowing. I smiled. I have no idea how I got in Phil's bed, how we ended up spooning, how I even got home at all, but I didn't care.

"Dan, you're awake!" Phil's morning voice was obvious, deep and slightly raspy. To be quite honest, it made me want to kiss him. I snapped away the thoughts immediately. I can't think of him like that! We are best friends! I was probably only in his bed because I got drunk and he was forced to get me home. I felt my smile fade away at that thought that he didn't actually like me. He was probably just hugging me in his sleep, he didn't actually know what he was doing...If I thought about this too much longer I would get upset and have to get up. I shoved the thoughts out of the forefront of my mind and focused back on Phil.

"Yeah...What happened last night?" I pulled myself up to a sitting position so I could look Phil in the eye. A memory flashed back to my mind of me staring into these same eyes last night. Heat started to build up in my stomach although I have no idea why. I must have been missing something.

"You don't remember?" Phil's eyes immediately flashed from bright and happy to disappointment. He physically didn't move farther away but I knew mentally he had retreated. What did I say wrong?