The Only Hope For Me Is You ~ Phan

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Trigger Warning

"You have to go, Dan. It's tradition, c'mon." Louise begged. I was sat in my bed, holding the phone up to my ear as I played with a string on my jumper.

"I don't know. I don't want there to be awkward tension, which could ruin the night." I laid on my back, letting the fluffy duvet on my bed engulf me into a- what I can only describe as, fluffy cloud.

"You know that won't happen. Phil said he's fine with i-"

"You asked Phil?" I interrupted. "So he knows that I don't want to go?"

"I, erm, yes. I texted him, he said it was fine that you were going because he was also going and we are all friends. Do you really want to take this to the extent that you don't even want to be in his presence?" She sounded annoyed.

"That's not it, Louise. I just want to spare you all of the tension that will be filling the room. It was awkward during lunch this whole week after what happened Monday."

I heard her sigh.

"Phil wouldn't want you to stay home just because of him."

"Stop it, Lou. Don't you fucking dare say things like that to me."

Louise knew I was still heart broken, I mean, it hasn't even been a week. She had been using that as an excuse to get me to do things. For example:

1. Phil wouldn't want you to be skipping classes.

2. Phil wouldn't want you to eat in the Library alone.

3. Phil wouldn't want you to cry over him.

And every time she said it, I was reminded that yeah, she's right. Phil told me that he cared about me. But that doesn't give Louise the right to use that against me.

"You know I'm right, though. You can't let this take over your life." Louise said. Her voice was sympathetic, but she was being serious.

"It's not."

"Bullshit, Dan. You even know that."

"Okay, but you have to give me time. It's been six days. That's not enough time for me to get over him. We were kind of together, or whatever you'd call it, for like, almost three months."

"Okay, but you can't just mope around all day. Do something. Just because Phil is there, doesn't mean you can't go."

I groaned, stuffing my face more into the duvet next to me.

"I hate that you're always right."

"If I wasn't always right, there would be nobody to advise you." She paused. "Laney doesn't count."

I laughed, but sighed.

"Fine. I'll go."

She cheered on the other end of the line.

"Good because I was wondering if you'd give me a ride?" We both laughed, before I agreed.

"I hate you."