18. Broken.

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May 9th, 2012|Dan's POV

I wake up to see Phil's head resting against my chest. I can feel his steady heartbeats, reminding me that he is an actual human being that is living and breathing fine.

Warm.

I lean over to his nightstand to grab my phone and check on it. My eyes go wide as I realize what time it is.

People are supposed to start coming over by 12:00 PM.

It was 10:00 PM right now. 

We only have two hours to get things ready.

"Fuck, Phil, get up!" I say, allowing Phil to wake up before I rush up and head towards the bathroom, getting ready for  the day ahead.

"What is it?" Phil asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. God he was adorable.

"People are supposed to come over in two hours, we need to get ready!" I panic, racing around the room to get my clothes and dress up. I don't have time to take a shower this morning. I suddenly feel Phil's hand on my shoulder.

"Dan, calm down, it's okay. We got time." He whispered before giving me a kiss on the cheek and heading over to his bathroom to get dressed.

~~

After one hour, we were ready. Well, not really. We were ready, but the house wasn't.

"Alright let's quickly clean things up and then start preparing snacks and stuff." I order for Phil. He simply nods and we start getting to work.

Halfway through cleaning, I hear Phil singing from the kitchen.

"Clean up, clean up. Everybody clean up." He quietly sings, I can't help but laugh.

"I hear you, you dork." I yell from the lounge, folding blankets and putting them in the cupboard. Phil laughs back and starts humming it instead.

Phil started being his normal self again. I've noticed that Steven and Phil's old relationship didn't get too rocky until I stepped into the picture. He went from being the golden glow that I loved to someone who was afraid and never spoke up. I'm glad that Phil is okay now. I'm glad that he's moving on and becoming his own person.

I'm proud of him.

~~

With twenty minutes to spare, we cleaned up the place and had some snacks put out. Perfect. Phil and I then flop on the couch, I putting my arm around his shoulder. 

"I'm worn out." Phil said, resting his head against my arm. 

"That's our exercise for the month." I joke in response, moving a bit of fringe that was in Phil's eye. We then just look at each other, patiently waiting for our guests to arrive.

~~

A little while later and everyone had arrived at our place Roe, Noel, PJ, and Chris, the whole gang. I look around the whole room to see it filled with everyone I love and appreciate. It feels good because I know that they love me too.

While looking around, I feel Phil's arm on my shoulder. Warm.

"What are you thinking about, love?" Phil asked smugly. I gently laugh and lean towards him. Everyone of age in here was slightly intoxicated but they were all still aware of their ambitions and surroundings. Roe and I weren't drinking. I wasn't really supposed to be drinking with my disorder, and Roe just said she doesn't like the taste of alcohol.

"Nothing." I reply, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm gonna go refill my drink."

"Okay, babe. I'm gonna go talk to PJ." Phil responded before we separate, I going into the kitchen, Phil going further into the lounge. I was refilling my soda when a familiar pixie face comes up to me.

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