It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night(Phan)

It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night- Chapter 3

A/N:

Hi! Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had to go to a party and came home pretty late. I was planning on writing when I came home but I was so tired I kind of just passed out right when I got to my room. Anyways, I'm writing now so here's Chapter 3 of It Wasn't Just a Drunken Night! Hope you enjoy!

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*Dan's POV*

I slowly opened my eyes, only to be blinded by the shades that I didn’t bother to close before I crashed last night. I sat up and almost got knocked back down to my pillow by the raging headache that crawled into my head. I felt like utter crap and probably couldn’t feel any worse.

I pushed myself out of the bed and grabbed my phone, pressing in Jenna’s number, before the memories came flooding back to my head. The events of last night repeated in my head leading up to the drunken conversation I had Phil. Jenna had been cheating on me for the last year and had broken up with me; I was alone.

I quickly deleted Jenna’s number before throwing my phone across the room in anger. I flopped myself down to the ground and leaned my head against my drawer. The even replayed in my head until only one memory was left, the conversation I had with Phil. I clearly remembered asking him to experiment me to see if I was actually as straight as I was. But, I was right?

Yeah, I was straight, I just felt alone and like I had to have someone by my side when Jenna left me. I didn’t, I was completely fine with being a single, straight guy. But, I couldn’t help but wonder, I never actually did think about being bi or maybe even gay. I always just titled myself as straight and never put anymore thought to it.

I recalled Phil telling me to ask him in the morning, once I was sober, if he could experiment with me. But, it was Phil, my best friend, I couldn’t use him like that for several reasons. The first one being that Phil was my best friend and experimenting with him would only make things awkward between us, the second being that Phil was bisexual and it would only mess with his emotions more.

But, I didn’t need anyone to experiment with because I was straight and that was final. I was just in a vulnerable state because Jenna had just broken up with me and I wasn’t used to not having someone with me after two years of a relationship.

But, the funny thing was, I actually didn’t feel as bad as I should have after being cheated on for a year and then broken up with. I actually felt completely fine, I felt like I was never even in a relationship, but then again I really wasn’t. Jenna really was a shit girlfriend and I was too blind to see it. She was never appreciative and she treated me as if I was a toy and just some arm candy. If anything, I was just angry at her for not having the courage to break up with me right when she felt like we wouldn’t work out. But, she was probably a gold digger, all she wanted were the presents that I had gotten her and that’s probably why she stuck with me.

I erased all thought of Jenna and the events of last night and got up to head into the lounge. I walked to the kitchen and made myself some waffles and coffee before walking back to the sofa and turning on my laptop. I flipped through all my social media sites, Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, before Phil came into the room.

“Morning,” Phil mumbled, obviously still tired after his sleep, “How’d you sleep?” I looked over to him in confusion; he never talked to me like this. He would always just get his food and sit himself next to me and we’d watch TV for about an hour before I left to go hang out with Jenna. But, I obviously couldn’t do that anymore so I just shrugged it off. “Good?” I stated making it sound like a question, “How was yours?”

Phil came back with a cup of tea and flopped himself next to me, taking a sip from his mug. “Eh,” he mumbled, “Couldn’t really fall asleep, a lot had been on my mind.” I just nodded knowing exactly what was on his mind when he was trying to sleep. He was completely sober last night so he remembered every last bit of what happened. I didn’t want to bring it up though because I felt it would only make things awkward between us, so I acted like I hadn’t remembered anything.

“So, what are we doing today?” I turned myself to him, “We haven’t actually properly hung out since I’ve gotten with Jenna.” His eyes widened as he seemed to remember something before he took a sip of his coffee and turned to me. “We actually have Chris and PJ’s party to go to today,” he leaned back into the sofa, “You want to go, or should we just pass?”

Right, the party that would celebrate Chris and PJ’s three year anniversary. Chris and PJ were the next two on the best friend list after Phil and they just happened to be in a very loving and committed relationship with one another. I really didn’t want to go to a party that celebrated a relationship after going through a break up the night before and I could see that Phil didn’t want to go either, but I felt that it would be rude not to go, especially if it was our two best friends.

Phil simply nodded before getting up and looking at his watch, widening his eyes at the time. “Wow, it’s already 4:00pm. We must’ve been really tired,” he laughed before putting his dishes into the kitchen sink, “We better start getting ready then because the party is at 7:00pm but Chris and PJ are going to want us to be there earlier.” I groaned, making Phil laugh, before I headed to my room to pick out an outfit for tonight.

After deciding on a simple black t-shirt and some black skinny jeans I walked out of my room and headed towards the bathroom to straighten my hair. Before I could even get to the door Phil quickly grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him, our faces only about two inches apart. “Don’t,” he giggled, “I like your hair curly.”

I rolled my eyes at him before looking back into his deep blue ones, they were so beautiful. What? No. What was I thinking? His eyes weren’t beautiful; they were just simple, blue eyes, that’s it. I shrugged off my thoughts before pulling away from him and tousling my hair. “But, I hate my curly hair,” I whined, “It’s so messy and gross.” Phil just shook his head and looked at me with a serious expression. “No,” he looked into my eyes, “Your curly hair is cute. Leave it for me, please!”

He put on a puppy dog face that just made me want to hug him and I gave in so quickly. “Fine,” I laughed, “Just for you.” Phil was sometimes too adorable for his own good, he was just so cute. What was wrong with me? Why was I thinking like this? Phil was just an ordinary guy whom I had no feelings for since I was straight and he was my best friend.

I shook off the thoughts again before turning around to attempt to get to the bathroom once more. “I still need to brush my teeth and stuff,” my voice filled with sarcasm, “Or is my smelly breath cute, too?” Phil just laughed before heading into his room and leaving me to myself so I could finish getting ready.

After about an hour or so, Phil and I were ready to go, so we called for a cab and walked outside, leaving our flat a complete mess like always. The cab arrived in no time and before we knew it we were in front of Chris’s and PJ’s house.

I took in a deep breath, preparing myself to see how happy Chris and PJ were with each other. It almost made me mad at how they could find each other so easily and I had to witness them after having my heart ripped out by some girl that was cheating on me for a whole year. I shook my head before ringing the doorbell to the house. What was the worst thing that could happen?

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Yup. That’s it for this chapter! Did you guys like it? Be sure to leave me your feedback! Thanks for reading chapter 3 of It Wasn’t Just a Drunken Night! Love you all. Thanks <3