My Silly Boy

3

"Phil!" I slung the door open as hard as I possibly could have.

He was sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka. Crying.

I ran over to him and sat.
"Where'd you get the vodka?"

"Sam gave it to me." He wiped his tears.

"Why are you crying."

"Where's your shirt and shoes?"

"Phil, I asked first."

He sniffled and put his hand on his face. "Its stupid."

"I ran home half naked, its not stupid if it involves you."

"You and that girl started making out and I just felt like you didn't want me there."

I wrapped my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder. "I was drunk."

"She was obviously trying to screw you. I don't like that. I don't like her. I don't want you to see her." He stood up. "Please tell me you won't see her again."

"Who are you to tell me who I can't see?"

Phil took another swig of alcohol.
"Do you like her?"

"You're wasted, lets get you to bed." I stood up and tried to grab his hand but he pushed me away.

"You wanted to sleep with her."

"Phil, lets not talk about this."

"TELL ME DAN." he raised his voice.

"Phil, lets-"

"FUCK." he threw himself on the ground. "I want you to tell me." He started crying again.

"Yes. I wanted to sleep with her. But you were missing and she was drunk." I said in a calming tone.

"I don't want you to see her."

"Let's go to bed." I held my hand out and Phil reached towards it.

I walked him to his bedroom and tucked him in.

"I love you Dan." He closed his eyes.

"I love you too." I kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, angel bean."

I cracked his door and got into bed.

Text to: Megan
Its Dan. From the party.