Dear Future Me

Chapter 7: Just From Different Times

2016!Dan-

"Hey!" I jump at the loud sound of an optimistic Phil barging into my room.

I groan, waking up from my nap and looking over at Phil. His hair was wild and a large smile plastered on his face. "Ugh, Phil, what the hell?! I thought I told you I was taking a nap." I pause, sitting up and scratching the back of my head. "Are you drunk or something? Why are you so up and happy?" I ask, looking over at him.

Phil sits down on the side of my bed, looking over at me, his eyes trailing down to my bare chest but quickly shooting back up to my head before he thought I could notice. "No, I'm not drunk. You should know me better than that. I only drink when there's a like, a celebration or something, and even then I don't have any intentions on even getting buzzed, let alone drunk."

I get out of my blankets then sit criss cross from Phil, yawning before replying. "Then why the hell are you so hyper? It's already 10:45, you should at least be a little tired."

He slams his back to the mattress, shrugging and looking up at me, his eyes full of energy. "I honestly have no clue. I just kind of had a burst of energy. I really wanted to do something, so I came in to wake you up since I knew you would keep me up somehow."

I get out of the bed and stretch before turning back to Phil and holding back an amused laugh at the sight of Phil sprawled out on my bed, his hair wild. A devious smirk comes a ross my face. "You knew I would keep you up, huh? Well, I do suppose I could most definitely "keep you up" somehow..." I say, sending Phil a quick wink.

Before I can see Phil's reaction, I continue on and give him a real answer. "Alright, but if you want me to be even half as awake as you, you're gonna have to let me drink some kind of alcohol." I reply, grabbing my shirt I took off earlier before going to sleep from my desk chair and slipping it on.

He stands up and crosses his arms. "Are you sure you wanna drink Dan? I mean, you might not be the same in 2016 but, in 2012 it can take you like literally one beer and a half to get you drunk."

I scoff at his response as I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. I open a beer that was in there. "Pft, I'll be fine. Plus, there's only three in there. It's not like that'll get me drunk. Hell, I'm surprised if it even gives me a buzz."

Phil rolls his eyes and grins as I take a sip of the beer. "Alright, don't go crying to me when you wake up tomorrow wondering what the hell happened. Now come on, let's like, play a game or something."

"Sure, like what, another video game?" I asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, using my free hand to comb my fringe to make it look at least half decent.

"Actually, I was thinking we go the more traditional route. Like, maybe a board game or something. How about a card game?"

I walk into the lounge and grab a deck of cards we normally kept in the drawer since we first moved in then sit down at the table. "Sounds fine by me, what game?"

Phil shrugs as he sits down across from me. "I had no particular game in mind. How about phase 10?"

My shoulders fall. "But, then I'd have to go all way across the room to grab that deeeck." I groan in reply.

Phil rolls his eyes at me. He takes the normal deck of cards from my hands, then stands up. "Okay, well if you won't get it I will. You're still the same lazy Dan I've always known." He says putting the cards back and grabbing the Phase 10 ones then heading back to the table. "I'll deal first."

I nod in response, replying after taking a large sip of my drink. "Fine by me, hope you're ready to be creamed." I shoot him my most determined grin looking him straight in the eye.