Dan's Perspective:
A couple of hours later, me and Phil watched from drunken eyes as the party raged on. We sat down at the kitchen table, knocking down the red cup pyramid that had been constructed on the table which blocked our view of each other.
A few people started to leave. The coldplay song called 'Fix You' came on.
"Do you want to leave now, Phil?" I asked, trying to match the volume of the music.
"Alright, but after this song." He said, swaying a bit to the music. I surprised myself when I started singing the words.
"When you try your best but you don't succeed." I sang. Phil smiled at me.
"And you get what you want, but not what you need." He sang back to me.
"When you feel so tired but you can't sleep-" I sang. "Stuck in reverse." We sang together. People looked at us perculiarily.
"And the tears come streaming down your face- when you lose something you can't replace." We were both singing now. I was looking at Phil but he was lost in the song.
"When you love someone, but it goes to waste," Phil met my gaze.
"Could it be worse?" I sang and then looked down and stopped singing. The lyrics, suddenly meaning more than it ever has.
Phil continued on to sing the chorus, when I noticed two very drunk girls walking towards us. They turned to Phil and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, wanna leave this place?" One of them asked. Phil looked up from singing the song.
I don't know what compulsed me to do the next action. Could've been the alcohol. Could've been my subconcious. I reached under the table and grabbed Phil's hand. Before replying to the girls, he looked over to me, wide-eyed.
"So?" The other girl asked. Their backs were turned from me. I squeezed his hand- and to my surprise, he squeezed it back. He looked back up at the girls and shook his head.
"No thanks." He said. He had a bit of a smile as he said it.
The girls walked away quickly, probably off to find some other boys. Phil turned back to look at me. I hadn't let go of his hand yet. I noticed that the song was over- and now We Can't Stop was blaring. I shuddered.
"Want to go now, Phil?" I asked. He smiled and let go of my hand as he stood up.
Phil's Perspective:
Twenty minutes later I found myself sitting on the lawn of Chris' house next to Dan. We were waiting for a taxi to come pick us up. I looked over at Dan. He layed down onto the ground, and my drunkened brain followed suit.
"Phil?" Dan asked, playing with a dandelion he'd pulled out.
"Yea?" I asked, looking over to him. He was incredibly calm. There was no one else out here, just us.
"I think-" He said, getting ready to pop off the the dandelions head.
He cleared his throat.
"I think," He started again. "I like you." He said, popping off the dandelions head.
My eyes widened as I looked at his face.
"Do you mean-?" I asked, letting the question hang in the air. He nodded his head and closed his eyes. My head started to hurt and I tried to understand what he meant. Of course he likes me, we're friends. Is that all he's referring to? He is drunk, after all.
Five minutes later, a taxi stopped in front of us and I poked at Dan. He'd fallen asleep. A smile came to me as I told him to wake up.
"You go on ahead-" He said, waving his hand.
"Dan, come on!" I said, anxious, hoping the taxi wouldn't leave. He closed his eyes again and tried to sleep. The taxi beeped.
"Don't make me carry you!" I said, warning him. He shrugged his shoulders so I stood up, and then picked him up, with little protest.
I brought him to the taxi, opened the door and put him in. Then I walked around to the other door and got in. He was slouching in the seat.
"Make sure he's got his seatbelt on." The driver warned, giving me a glare in the mirror.
I reached over him and struggled as I tried to put on his seatbelt. I felt him reach down and kiss the top of my head. I froze and then clicked in his seatbelt, darting up and going back to my seat. The driver definitely noticed that. Needless to say, it was a long drive home.
