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Dan's POV

"Phil!" I grabbed my jacket and opened the door.

"I'm ready." Phil was wearing his blue button up with black skinny jeans.

"Ready to party?" I asked.

Phil nodded.

We walked two blocks down the road to the house, Sam greeted us.

"It's nice to see you guys." The blond boy shook our hands.

The place was flooded with people. It looked just like one of teenage house parties on television.

"Dan." Phil nudged me. "There's alcohol here." He said concerned.

"What did you expect?" I continued walking as Phil followed behind. "Let loose a little." I said to him as we reached the kitchen.

"O-okay"

I grabbed two red solo cups filled half way with vodka. "Want one?" I held it out.

He grabbed it.

"Don't feel like I'm pressuring you." I patted his back.

"No, you're right. I need to have some fun." He smiled and took a sip.

I followed his lead. "Here's to a good night" Phil lightly banged his cup on mine and smiled.

"Hey guys, come play with us!" There were a group of slightly intoxicated people sitting at a dining table.

"Truth or dare" someone shouted.

Phil turned his head towards me. "Wanna play?"

I nodded and he grabbed my hand and walked us over to the table.

To the right of me was Phil and to the left was this blonde. "I'm Megan." she smiled.

"Dan."

"I don't think I've seen you here."

"No, I don't go out often." I smirked.

"Is this your boyfriend?" She pointed to Phil.

"Oh no!" I suddenly said. "He's my best friend. We live together. Phil."

She laughed. "Well in that case," she took a sharpie out from her cleavage and wrote her number on my palm. "Call me."

Several drinks hours and drinks had passed, my vision blurred.

"Where's Phil?" I whispered.

Megan was on top of me, kissing my neck and chest. For some reason I had my shirt off.

I shouted for Phil.

Megan kissed my bottom lip and lightly bit it. "Don't worry about him. Just fuck me." She was only in her underwear, grinding on me.

"No!" I shoved her off. "I don't want to have sex with you. I need to find Phil."
"That kid? He left." Megan told me.

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