Dan
Phil came! I think... what if I'm hallucinating? I can't see or think straight...all I can do is sway side to side, and take in Phil.
He was wearing skinny jeans and a lion t-shirt that said "trust me, I'm lion". His hair was straightened with his fringe in the perfect position. His ebony hair contrasted with his pale skin, but I mainly focused on his eyes. They edges were drink led with either sadness or worry. Why would he be sad or worried?
"Dan, are you alright? Why did you drink even before lunch?"
So he was worried. About me. I'm not sure how I felt about this.
I smiled at him and winked. He raised an eyebrow.
"So. You flirt when you're drunk?" He asked. I barely heard him, I was so focused on his eyes, blue and piercing my soul... if I had one left.
"Dan?"
I refocused and said "You're so cute when you're worried." Of course I just had to slurr, making it almost impossible to understand me. But somehow, Phil did.
"Um thanks? Dan you need to sit down and get the alcohol out of your system." Phil stated. He took me by the hand and walked inside my house. He sat on the brown sofa and sat me down next to him.
"Now," Phil said, "what did you drink, and how much?"
I loved how worried he was, that all his attention was on me. "Only a couple shots of vodka." I said, a hiccup punctuating my sentence. I leaned over slightly and kissed on the nose. A single tear rolled down his cheek and he asked "do you really love me? Or is that the vodka talking?"
